{"quotes":[{"text":"The world is what it is; men who are nothing, who allow themselves to become nothing, have no place in it.","author":"V.S. Naipaul","tags":["exile","naipaul","racism"],"id":5983,"author_id":"V.S.+Naipaul"},{"text":"Life is a relentless expulsion from where we come from and an ongoing deportation to alien realms. We are in exile and our greatest dream is to return to the lost land. It is the greatest dream because no matter how long our exile is going to last, the dream will remain. It is the greatest dream because when we finally care only for this dream, then our exile will be over.","author":"Franco Santoro","tags":["dream","exile"],"id":7493,"author_id":"Franco+Santoro"},{"text":"My sisters and I sit together on a pair of suitcases. If we've forgotten anything, it's already too late -- our rooms have all been sealed and photographed. Anyway, Tatiana would say it's bad luck to return for something you've forgotten.","author":"Sarah Miller","tags":["anastasia","exile","otma","romanovs","russia","russian-revolution","traveling","tsar-nicholas-ii","war"],"id":11697,"author_id":"Sarah+Miller"},{"text":"And I tell her about his description because I want her to know what I now know, which is that the place where the pepper grows is not a place to be afraid of…I tell her: Mama, exile is not always the darkest corner of the earth. Sometimes it is lush and plentiful, sometimes it is full of life….","author":"Carola Perla","tags":["exile","historical-fiction","literary-fiction"],"id":20927,"author_id":"Carola+Perla"},{"text":"I had come from wondrous lands, from landscapes more enchanting than life, but only to myself did I ever mention these lands, and I said nothing about the landscapes which I saw in dreams. My feet stepped like theirs over the floorboards and the flagstones, but my heart was far away, even if it beat close by, false master of an estranged and exiled body.","author":"Fernando Pessoa","tags":["dreams","estrangement","exile","imagination","stranger","visions"],"id":21743,"author_id":"Fernando+Pessoa"},{"text":"Should one continue to follow the faith of a group that's cast him out? Shouldn't it stand to reason that if he was true to that faith that the group should have been true to him? Is it unreasonable to ask forgiveness of one who is all-forgiving?","author":"T.A. Miles","tags":["excommunicated","exile","faith","knight","religion","religious-order","tristus-edainien"],"id":36527,"author_id":"T.A.+Miles"},{"text":"I’m by myself,” she said finally. “No family to speak of.”“I see.” Leaning forward again, he rested his arms against the table. “That must be rather difficult.”“Sometimes.”“And lonely, I imagine. Perhaps that is why you came here tonight?”Her jaw popped under the strain of maintaining decorum. “First: I said I was alone, not lonely. There's a big difference. And second: is that really why you think I'm here?”“I do not know what to think. I know you must have reasons for being here other than what you have already hinted at. Reasons important enough to make an otherwise intelligent woman not only bring food to a stranger so late at night, but also accept his invitation to sit inside an empty motel room without a second thought.”“Why don't you just call me a hooker while you're at it?","author":"Angela B. Wade","tags":["alina","angel","demon","exile","nicholas"],"id":40473,"author_id":"Angela+B.+Wade"},{"text":"Life’s harrowing echo only to be faded into exiled loneliness.","author":"Munia Khan","tags":["echo","exile","exiled","fade","faded","life","loneliness","loneliness"],"id":57915,"author_id":"Munia+Khan"},{"text":"This unhoused, exiled Satan was perhaps the heavenly patron of all exiles, all unhoused people, all those who were torn from their place and left floating, half-this, half-that, denied the rooted person's comforting, defining sense of having solid ground beneath their feet.","author":"Salman Rushdie","tags":["exile","homelessness","immigrants","rootedness","satan"],"id":58751,"author_id":"Salman+Rushdie"},{"text":"This is the most immediate fruit of exile, of uprooting: the prevalence of the unreal over the real. Everyone dreamed past and future dreams, of slavery and redemption, of improbable paradises, of equally mythical and improbable enemies; cosmic enemies, perverse and subtle, who pervade everything like the air.","author":"Primo Levi","tags":["dreams","exile","prisoner"],"id":64589,"author_id":"Primo+Levi"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":55,"pages":6,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}