Beautiful Phrases About Exile
- Exile has taught me more than any other teacher how to write my homeland’s name in stars on the blackboard of night.
- How harsh exile is for those who do not possess a jasmine flower or a jasmine memory.
- It is undeniable that exile is a borrowed life.
- Exile does not extinguish a wound.
- Exile is a fragment, merely a shadow of everything.
- Each temporary return completes the second half of the sentence; truly, exile itself is a mere fragment, a shadow of everything.
- One contracts exile as one contracts asthma, with no cure for either; the poet is in worse condition because poetry, in itself, is a form of exile.
- Things that cannot find their home consume exile at its edges; souls caged halfway to freedom.
- The deepest form of exile is that which one feels within their own homeland.
- I cannot bear this window opened to exile; it’s like a wall, offering no view.
- Wealth in exile feels like home, while poverty in one’s homeland feels like exile.
- I am a stranger in this world, isolated, as if no one knows even a word of my internal language.
- A believer in this world feels like a stranger, neither distressed by its indignities nor competing for its honors.
- If you feel the distance from people or a sense of loneliness or exile, remember your closeness to God.
- Exile prevents you from truly knowing anyone as they should be known.
- Like one seeing themselves for the first time in the mirror, realizing their life looks nothing like what they imagined, after misconstruing exile for a long time.
- We escaped exile by a miracle, thanks to our poetry.
- The beauty of exile is that it transforms strangers into friends and friends into brothers.
- Exile grinds you down, and when you become useless, it casts you back to your homeland.
- Every place becomes similar when one feels exile.
- Exile in exile is permissible, but exile within one’s homeland is lethal.
- In exile, you cannot pretend to own anything; in exile, you possess nothing but your dreams.
- Yet exile knows everyone.
- Ignorance is a form of exile in one’s homeland, while knowledge is homely in exile.
- The strangest of strangers are those whose sense of exile comes from within.
- Life in exile resembles the difficulty of breathing.
- I fear exile in death more than I fear it while living.
- Perhaps after a long absence in exile, a person truly returns to no homeland.
- In exile, there are many squirrels, hazelnut trees, and wide streets, but the most significant aspect is the scarcity of allies and support.
- Exile may grant you much when you are an individual, yet take away more when you are part of a community.
- I exist within everyone, and everyone embodies my sense of exile.
- Even in exile, I resemble it.
- The greatest act of self-reinvention occurs in the most delicate moments of solitude and exile, and in their calm.
- There is no exile on this planet—only distances, just distances.
Beautiful Phrases About Farewell
- Farewell is a moment that should not be prolonged.
- I detest farewell ceremonies; those we love do not require a goodbye, as we never truly part ways. Farewells are meant for strangers, not for loved ones.
- Farewell is futile, my friend, as it only leads to separation.
- No one enjoys goodbyes; they force themselves upon us, and we can only accept them.
- If not for tears welling up, the heat of anguish would scorch the earth of farewell.
- Farewell only exists for those who love with their eyes, while those who love with their souls and hearts know no separation.
- Even moments of farewell need not linger too long.
- Live each scene as if it were your last, savor every farewell hour, and embrace every need with awareness.
- In moments of farewell, speak your heart without hesitation, fear, or embarrassment; life may not grant you another chance to express what you wish.
- Since childhood, I’ve despised goodbyes; the word ‘farewell’ to me is a diminutive form of death.
- Music carries the essence of farewell, hinting at a physics whose origin lies not in atoms but in tears.
- The longing for God and His meeting is a breeze that relieves the heart from the heat of the world.
- Why do I miss you so much if ‘I’ signifies both of us, as we agreed?
- Longing is fire; it distorts every beauty, erasing all traces, leaving only ruins.
- Yet there remains a significant distance between yearning and the will for change.
- What keeps us together is that neither of us wholly belongs to the other, allowing longing to flourish between us.
- Grant me distant longing, for my yearning for the far-off is my prayer, and the distant is my sanctuary.
- I have suffered longing so deeply that it has rendered my life a hidden ache of nostalgia.
- I cannot swallow my yearning, homesickness, or words, so I spill them here in the hopes that they reach you one day.
- Every farewell is, in one way or another, merely a wound that hurts and pains but fades over time.
- Farewell was mandatory for her, yet it was never her desire.
- Farewell, how it resonates, as if marking a pause between two voids in the context of rain.
- We find ourselves yearning more than in reunion.
- The longing for God and His meeting is a breeze that calms the heart away from worldly heat.
- As I read your letters, longing shook me; I missed your spontaneity, your randomness, the myriad pauses between your words, and the two dots with which you signed off every message, as if you were signing your name at the end of each.
- Thus, time, place, and longing have woven together; yet neither time nor place has permanence, while longing begets only sorrow.
- Longing overwhelms me like a night train, causing memories’ windows and shattered love’s glass to tremble at your silence; don’t gather me up, for I fear for the spring of your hands from the shards of my blood.
Beautiful Phrases About Homeland
- Patriotism is a fountain of sacrifice.
- A homeland is merely a collective living on the same land, encompassing the living and the dead, as well as newborns.
- When the homeland is in danger, all of its citizens become soldiers.
- A patriot thinks of future generations, while a politician thinks only of upcoming elections.
- The homeland is where one experiences goodness.
- Love for the homeland surpasses all reasoning.
- Homelands are exceptionally dear to the hearts of the honorable.
- I am deeply fond of my country, yet I harbor no hatred for any other nation.
- A man owes his spirit to his homeland.
- A sick person finds solace in the breeze of their land, just as a barren land rejoices in the rain.
- It is noble to die for one’s homeland, yet even more noble to live for it.
- We only appreciate our homeland’s value upon separation.
- There is no place more precious than one’s homeland.
- It is better for a person to die for their beliefs than to live a lifetime as a traitor to their homeland, cowardly in his support.
- Bread in the homeland is better than the best foreign biscuits.
- A hungry person cannot remain faithful to their homeland.
- Homelands have no physical form.
- We belong to our homeland as we belong to our mothers.
- Patriotism acts rather than speaks.
- The homeland is nurtured by tears and revived by blood.
- Patriotism is about service and sacrifice, not hollow words or grand speeches.
Poem of Exile
- Ahmad Matar writes:
Burn my ships in exile,
For indeed,
I have been cast away from my family and my homeland,
And have endured a cup of humiliation and trials.
Grief has devoured my heart,
And I have melted away in my sorrow.
For indeed,
I have set sail against the wind,
Searching in the realms of enchantment for my time,
And repelling the flames of oppression from my flowers
And from my art.
You have thwarted my dreams,
And burned the meeting with the bonfires of fortune!
It did not distress me to sever the bonds,
Carried upon my shroud,
Frightened in the tumult of poverty and grief.
It did not trouble me to kiss death,
Yet I am distressed
To purchase the sweetness of life,
With the bitterness of submitting to a false idol.
What a calamity it is to squander what I feel,
Yet none feels the depth of my offering.
And the borders continue to spill upon my dreams,
Without limits.
As if I came to sever my hands,
And you have tied my hands in chains.
I have engaged the hand of separation
With the dowry of my patience, to return
Intoxicated by the dawn that is coming,
And you held the reins: you shall never return.
Thus rose, upon my chest, the weeping,
And melted in my lips the melody!
I released the sails of tears
Upon the seas of the secret and the manifest:
I will never return.
So burn my ships in exile,
Cast away the sails,
And when time interrupts our reunion,
Take my heart,
If you are content with little value!
But there remains a homeland,
Whose face is stained with the blood of comrades,
Sucked into the world,
And lost me
And a mother’s heart, burdened with sorrow and worry;
She was bidding me farewell,
And tears diminished her resolve,
And consequently let me down.
And binds me
And binds me
And binds me
But my death lies in staying;
And I have not allowed her heart to wear my shroud.
I am, O my beloved,
A feather in the tempest of trials;
I yearn for my homeland,
And your eyes return me, O my homeland.
I am torn between you both:
Shall I escape from the embrace of Aden to Aden?
How I wish, when the departure comes,
With the dawn breeze carrying me to there,
To wear my body,
And have you become a homeland for my heart,
Within the homeland.