Homeland Quotes

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محمد الماغوط
“كل يوم أكتشف في وطني مجداً جديداً
وعاراً جديداً
أخباراً ترفع الرأس
وأخرى ترفع الضغط”
محمد الماغوط

Mahmoud Darwish
“ثمة شيء ننساه في زحمة التسابق على حفظ الجُمل الثورية الجميلة. هذا الشيء هو الكرامة الإنسانية. ليس وطني دائماً على حق. ولكنني لا أستطيع أن أمارس حقاً حقيقياً إلا في وطني.”
محمود درويش, يوميات الحزن العادي

Mahmoud Darwish
“ليس وطني دائماً على حق. ولكنني لا استطيع ان امارس حقاً حقيقياً الا في وطني .”
محمود درويش

Zadie Smith
“No fiction, no myths, no lies, no tangled webs - this is how Irie imagined her homeland. Because homeland is one of the magical fantasy words like unicorn and soul and infinity that have now passed into language.”
Zadie Smith, White Teeth

Alexander McCall Smith
“every man has a map in his heart of his own country and that the heart will never allow you to forget this map. (p. 18)”
Alexander McCall Smith, The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency

Banana Yoshimoto
“I wonder what it felt to move to a country where you didn't grow up. I had thought about that often since my sister got married. Do you become a character in a story native to that land, or do you, somewhere in your heart, want to return to your homeland.”
Banana Yoshimoto, N.P

Jacqueline Carey
“Battle for the sake of honor may be a fine thing for bards to sing of, but it is no way to preserve one's homeland”
Jacqueline Carey, Kushiel's Chosen

Seja Majeed
“For years I've been searching for a homeland, finally I found it in you..”
Seja Majeed, The Forgotten Tale of Larsa

أحمد شوقي
“اِختِلافُ النَهارِ وَاللَيلِ يُنسي اُذكُرا لِيَ الصِبا وَأَيّامَ أُنسي

وَصِفا لي مُلاوَةً مِن شَبابٍ صُوِّرَت مِن تَصَوُّراتٍ وَمَسِّ

عصفتْ كالصَّبا اللعوبِ ومرّت سِنة ً حُلوة ً، ولذَّة ُ خَلْس

وسلا مصرَ : هل سلا القلبُ عنها أَو أَسا جُرحَه الزمان المؤسّي؟

كلما مرّت الليالي عليه رقَّ ، والعهدُ في الليالي تقسِّي

مُستَطارٌ إذا البواخِرُ رنَّتْ أَولَ الليلِ، أَو عَوَتْ بعد جَرْس

راهبٌ في الضلوع للسفنِ فَطْن كلما ثُرْنَ شاعَهن بنَقسْ

يا ابنة َ اليمِّ ، ما أبوكِ بخيلٌ ما له مولع بمنع وحبس

أَحرامٌ عَلى بَلابِلِهِ الدَو حُ حَلالٌ لِلطَيرِ مِن كُلِّ جِنسِ

كُلُّ دارٍ أَحَقُّ بِالأَهلِ إِلّا في خَبيثٍ مِنَ المَذاهِبِ رِجسِ

نَفسي مِرجَلٌ وَقَلبي شِراعٌ بِهِما في الدُموعِ سيري وَأَرسي

وَاِجعَلي وَجهَكِ الفَنارَ وَمَجرا كِ يَدَ الثَغرِ بَينَ رَملٍ وَمَكسِ

وَطَني لَو شُغِلتُ بِالخُلدِ عَنهُ نازَعَتني إِلَيهِ في الخُلدِ نَفسي”
أحمد شوقي

Jeanette Winterson
“Where you are born--what you are born into, the place, the history of the place, how that history mates with your own-- stamps who you are, whatever the pundits of globalisation have to say.”
Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

Taras Shevchenko
“Як умру, то поховайте
Мене на могилі,
Серед степу широкого,
На Вкраїні милій,
Щоб лани широкополі,
І Дніпро, і кручі
Було видно, було чути,
Як реве ревучий.
Як понесе з України
У синєє море
Кров ворожу... отойді я
І лани, і гори —
Все покину і полину
До самого Бога
Молитися... а до того
Я не знаю Бога.
Поховайте та вставайте,
Кайдани порвіте
І вражою злою кров’ю
Волю окропіте.
І мене в сем’ї великій,
В сем’ї вольній, новій,
Не забудьте пом’янути
Незлим тихим словом.”
Taras Shevchenko, Кобзар

Nodar Dumbadze
“ამის მადლი და სილამაზე არ დაგვიწყებოდეთ. ქვეყნის სიყვარულს საყველპუროდ და საარშიყოდ ნუ გაიხდით, სამშობლო როსკიპი ქალი არაა, მთვრალს რომ მოგენატრება და მაშინ გაიხსენებ, სამშობლო ტაძარია სალოცავი. მუხლზე დაჩოქილი უნდა იდგე მის საკურთხეველთან, ცალი ხელით პირჯვარს უნდა იწერდე, მეორეთი კი ხმალს იქნევდე, ეშმაკები რომ არ დაეპატრონონ... და კიდევ ერთი, შესაწირავის მიტანა ვერავინ უნდა მოგასწროს ამ ტაძართან.”
Nodar Dumbadze, მარადისობის კანონი

Michelle Y. Frost
“Never complete. Never whole.
White skin and an African soul.”
Michelle Frost

Raquel Cepeda
“While America will always, I think, feel foreign to me, New York City is my home. This is where I can construct my own identity freely and reject labels imposed on me.”
Raquel Cepeda, Bird of Paradise: How I Became Latina

Suchen Christine Lim
“For what is life but a succession of change; of one thing after another; painful beginnings, fearful setting out into the unknown, leaving what we are for what we have not yet become. We sail forth boldly, keeping a steady keel and a keen eye on the horizon, to reach islands, land whose fragrance we sniff at at the edge of our dreams; and so we sail on, hoping that the next landfall will be our own bit of earth.”
Suchen Christine Lim, A Bit Of Earth

Alberto Caeiro
“The river of my village doesn’t make you think about anything.
When you’re at its bank you’re only at its bank.”
Alberto Caeiro, The Keeper of Sheep

W.G. Hoskins
“Know most of the rooms of thy native country before thou goest over the threshold thereof. Especially seeing England presents thee with so many observables.”
W.G. Hoskins, The Making Of The English Landscape

Tamuna Tsertsvadze
“How phenomenal we, humans, are – the further we are from our beloved home, the stronger our connection becomes…”
Tamuna Tsertsvadze, Galaxy Pirates

Alessia Esse
“Amiamo i mondi di fantasia perché il mondo in cui viviamo non ci soddisfa completamente. Troviamo conforto e rifugio nelle pagine di un fumetto, o nell’episodio di un telefilm epico, perché nella fantasia altrui troviamo ciò che la nostra realtà non ci ha ancora dato. Perché vorremmo di più dal mondo reale, e da noi stessi. Grazie a loro ci sentiamo diversi, migliori, forse più forti. Se Iron Man riesce a salvare il pianeta, allora anch’io potrò salvare gli alberghi di mio padre. Se Carrie Mathison riesce ad uccidere un terrorista, allora anche tu potrai fare un lavoro che non ti piace. Non c’è nulla di più immaturo, me ne rendo conto. Un uomo e una donna in età adulta che investono tempo e denaro in faccende da adolescenti. In molti la considerano una follia.”
Alessia Esse, La tentazione di Laura

“So immutably does a human being surrender to the mist of the Motherland! Just as a tooth will not stop aching until the nerve is killed, so is it with us; we shall probably not stop responding to the call of the the Motherland until we swallow arsenic.”
Alexander Solzhenitsyn, Архипелаг ГУЛАГ: 1918-1956: опыт художественного исследования

Kailin Gow
“There is a place for everyone in the world. When you find yours, your heart will call it home. - Kailin Gow, Fearless Fairy Tales Series”
Kailin Gow

Juan Gabriel Vásquez
“I don’t know when I started to realize that my country’s past was incomprehensible and obscure to me, a real shadowy terrain, nor can I remember the precise moment when all that i’d believed so trustworthy and predictable—the place I’d grown up, whose language I speak and customs I know, the place whose past I was taught in school and in university, whose present I have become accustomed to interpreting and pretending I understand—began to turn into a place of shadows out of whcih jumped horrible creatures as soon as we dropped our guard. With time I have come to think that this is the true reason why writers write aboutn the places of childhood and adolescence and even their early touth: you don’t write about what you know and understand, and much less do you write because you know and understand, but because you understand that all your knowledge and comprehension is false, a mirage and an illusion, so your books are not, could not be, more than elaborate displays of disorientation: extensive and multifarious declarations of preplexity. All that I thought was so clear, you then think, now turns out to be full of duplicities and hidden intentions, like a friend who betrays us. To that revelation, which is always annoying and often frankly painful, the writer responds in the only way one knows how: with a book. And that’s how you try to mitigate your disconcertion, reduce the space between what you don’t know and what can be known, and most of all resolve your profound disagreement with that unpredictable reality. “Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric,” wrote Yeats. “Out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.” And what happens when both quarrels arise at the same time, when fighting with the world is a reflection or a transfiguration of the subterranean but constant confrontation you have with yourself? Then you write a book like the one I’m writing now, and blindly trust that the book will mean something to somebody else.”
Juan Gabriel Vásquez, La forma de las ruinas

“Una tierra que no me garantiza el pan no puede ser mi tierra.”
Leila Abu Zeyd

Mohamed Adly
“Nostalgia is not linked only with being away from one's homeland, as one may feel nostalgia , too, inside his own homeland.”
Mohamed Adly, Coco De Mer - the Forbidden Fruit

“As a human being, one of my preferences has been the calm infusing the sun at sunset (...) surrounded by a fatuous and fleeting glow. As an exhausted warrior who returns from a long battle to his homeland.”
Efrat Cybulkiewicz

Margaret Mitchell
“She had seen Southern men, soft voiced and dangerous in the days before the war, reckless and hard in the last despairing days of the fighting. But in the faces of the two men who stared at each other across the candle flame so short a while ago there had been something that was different, something that heartened her but frightened her — fury which could find no words, determination which would stop at nothing.
For the first time, she felt a kinship with the people about her, felt one with them in their fears, their bitterness, their determination. No, it wasn’t to be borne! The South was too beautiful a place to be let go without a struggle, too loved to be trampled by Yankees who hated Southerners enough to enjoy grinding them into the dirt, too dear a homeland to be turned over to ignorant people drunk with whisky and freedom.
As she thought of Tony’s sudden entrance and swift exit, she felt herself akin to him, for she remembered the old story how her father had left Ireland, left hastily and by night, after a murder which was no murder to him or to his family. Gerald’s blood was in her, violent blood. She remembered her hot joy in shooting the marauding Yankee. Violent blood was in them all, perilously close to the surface, lurking just beneath the kindly courteous exteriors. All of them, all the men she knew, even the drowsy-eyed Ashley and fidgety old Frank, were like that underneath — murderous, violent if the need arose. Even Rhett, conscienceless scamp that he was, had killed a man for being “uppity to a lady.”
Margaret Mitchell, Gone With the Wind

Azadshah Ganjali
“I am paying everyone's debt, but I can't pay my motherland debt”
Azadshah Ganjali

Azadshah Ganjali
“The power of the army is his weapon, the power of the homeland is his lovers”
Azadshah Ganjali

Azadshah Ganjali
“There are two people: - One loves the homeland and one loves the government. There is only one difference between them. One loves forever, while the other is in power”
Azadshah Ganjali

Laura Ingalls Wilder
“Mid pleasures and places though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.”
Laura Ingalls Wilder

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