#exile

The revision of the books of Judges, Samuel, and Kings, undertaken towards the end of the Babylonian exile, a revision much more thorough than is commonly assumed, condemns as heretical the whole age of the Kings. ↗

— Julius Wellhausen

#assumed #books #commonly #condemns #end

These were the companions who justified my principles, who gave me the strength to continue against any foe, real or imagined. These were the companions who fought the helplessness, the rage, and frustration. These were the friends who gave me my life. ↗

— R.A. Salvatore

#friend #friendship #life #friendship

Happiness is not only a hope, but also in some strange manner a memory ... we are all kings in exile. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#exile #happiness #home #manners

My exile was not only a physical one, motivated exclusively by political reasons; it was also a moral, social, ideological and sexual exile. ↗

— Juan Goytisolo

#exclusively #exile #ideological #moral #motivated

I do not feel an exile from America in any sense. ↗

— John C. Hawkes

#any #exile #feel #i #i do

New York - that unnatural city where every one is an exile, none more so than the American. ↗

— Charlotte Perkins Gilman

#city #every #exile #more #new

The plant that's been uprooted has only courage to hold it up. ↗

— Marty Rubin

#drifter #exile #courage

Exile is a dream of a glorious return. Exile is a vision of revolution: Elba, not St Helena. It is an endless paradox: looking forward by always looking back. The exile is a ball hurled high into the air. ↗

— Salman Rushdie

#migration #dreams

It was when I realised I had a new nationality: I was in exile. I am an adulterous resident: when I am in one city, I am dreaming of the other. I am an exile; citizen of the country of longing. ↗

— Suketu Mehta

#expats #nationality #dreams

In all memory there is a degree of fallenness; we are all exiles from our own pasts, just as, on looking up from a book, we discover anew our banishment from the bright worlds of imagination and fantasy. A cross-channel ferry, with its overfilled ashtrays and vomiting children, is as good a place as any to reflect on the angel who stands with a flaming sword in front of the gateway to all our yesterdays. ↗

— John Lanchester

#exile #memory #past #reading #imagination