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“As we encounter each other, we see our diversity â€� of background, race, ethnicity, belief â€� and how we handle that diversity will have much to say about whether we will in the end be able to rise successfully to the great challenges we face today.”
― Dan Smith, The State of the World Atlas

“The fury of those nativists advocating wholesale slaughter was what struck Nadia most, and it struck her because it seemed so familiar, so much like the fury of the militants in her own city. She wondered whether she and Saeed had done anything by moving, whether the faces and buildings had changed but the basic reality of their predicament had not.”
― Mohsin Hamid, Exit West

“In a sea of human beings, it is difficult, at times even impossible, to see the human as being.”
― Aysha Taryam

“We think of agents, traffickers and facilitators as the worst abusers of refugees, but when they set out to extort from their clients, when they cheat them or dispatch them to their deaths, they are only enacting an entrepreneurial version of the disdain which refugees suffer at the hands of far more powerful enemies â€� those who terrorise them and those who are determined to keep them at arm’s length. Human traffickers are simply vectors of the contempt which exists at the two poles of the asylum seeker’s journey; they take their cue from the attitudes of warlords and dictators, on the one hand, and, on the other, of wealthy states whose citizens have learned to think of generosity as a vice.

[from the London Review of Books Vol. 22 No. 3 · 3 February 2000]”
― Jeremy Harding

“I have grown up listening to my grandparentsâ€� stories about ‘the other sideâ€� of the border. But, as a child, this other side didn’t quite register as Pakistan, or not-India, but rather as some mythic land devoid of geographic borders, ethnicity and nationality. In fact, through their stories, I imagined it as a land with mango orchards, joint families, village settlements, endless lengths of ancestral fields extending into the horizon, and quaint local bazaars teeming with excitement on festive days. As a result, the history of my grandparentsâ€� early lives in what became Pakistan essentially came across as a very idyllic, somewhat rural, version of happiness.”
― Aanchal Malhotra

“She swallows and swallows the water. And as she swallows she swallows the possibility she will always be alone. Swallows the river that will flow into the sea that is made from other waters that have flowed from mountains and hills, that will leak into oceans. She swallows geography, learns to swim in changing tides and temperatures, learns different strokes of the arms and legs, learns to speak in many tongues. She does this because she has no choice but to do so, and she comes out of the river to find him there, holding her earrings in his hand, and he says, ‘But they don’t fit. Who are you?â€�" (from "Swallowing Geography" by Deborah Levy)”
― Deborah Levy, Swallowing Geography

“Border controls are most severely deployed by those Western regimes that create mass displacement, and are most severely deployed against those whose very recourse to migration results from the ravages of capital and military occupations. . . We are all, therefore, simultaneously separated by and bound together by the violences of border imperialism.”
― Harsha Walia, Undoing Border Imperialism

“Life in Australia is more equal and less competitive than in America; but there are dozens of similarities...migrations to a new land, the mystique of pioneering (actually somewhat different in the two countries), the turbulence of gold rushes, the brutality of relaxed restraint, the boredoms of the backblocks, the feeling of making life anew. There may be more similarities between the history of Australia and America than for the moment Australians can understand.”
― Donald Horne, The Lucky Country

“Rucksacks. What do people whose life stops here take with them? Makina could see their rucksacks crammed with time. Amulets, letters, sometimes a huapango violin, sometimes a jaranera harp. Jackets. People who left took jackets because they’d been told that if there was one thing they could be sure of over there, it was the freezing cold, even if it was desert all the way. They hid what little money they had in their underwear and stuck a knife in their back pocket. Photos, photos, photos. They carried photos like promises but by the time they came back they were in tatters.”
― Yuri Herrera, Signs Preceding the End of the World

“SimÈ›ea milă de tovarășii lui de suferință, dar o milă lucidă È™i rece. La urma urmelor, aceste mari migraÈ›ii umane păreau dictate de legi ale naturii, își zicea el. Deplasări periodice de mase considerabile erau probabil necesare popoarelor, cum e transhumanÈ›a pentru oi. ÃŽn mod straniu, ideea îl întărea.”
― Irène Némirovsky, Suite Française

“Modern life is a centrifuge; it throws people in every direction.”
― Paul Murray, The Mark and the Void

“Our fights must be rooted in experiences, in stories, and in anecdotes. People remember these more than sterile numbers or facts. Myths are powerful magic and can turn enemies into friends. In a world where too many still tell stories that some are illegal and that to be free we must control the movement of others, the work of making new myths is essential.”
― Syed Khalid Hussan, Undoing Border Imperialism

“Migration is often accompanied by a feeling of unavoidable disorientation, and the circumstances of 1947 would have pronounced this feeling. In most cases, it would have created an involuntary distance between where one was born before the Partition and where one moved to after it, stretching out their identity sparsely over the expanse of this distance. As a result, somewhere in between the original city of their birth and the adopted city of residence, would lay their essence â€� strangely malleable.”
― Aanchal Malhotra, Remnants of a Separation: A History of the Partition through Material Memory

“I am so happy migrating birds and animals do not have visa issues and fences in the sky to halt their efforts to survive, but humans with their mindful consciousness do actually build walls around themselves.”
― Rana Abdulfattah, Tiger and Clay: Syria Fragments

“For her, he swallowed the black tea of exile.”
― Viet Thanh Nguyen, The Sympathizer

“The story of humanity is essentially the story of human movement. In the near future , people will move even more, particularly if, as some predict, climate change sparks mass migration on an unprecedented scale. The sooner we recognize the inevitability of this movement, the sooner we can try to manage it.”
― Patrick Kingsley, The New Odyssey: The Story of Europe's Refugee Crisis

“Karachi has been a destination for some of the most dramatic migrations of all.”
― Steve Inskeep, Instant City: Life and Death in Karachi

“This Heart at Peace is My Homeland. (Su Shih)”
― Sung Yee Poon, MILLENNIUM CHARM Three Novellas. Conflicts.Dislocation. Loss

“Some people are so much heaven to the square inch that life is simply hell, when she leaves you in order to go south for the winter. (Yes, women are people too, sometimes even threee.)”
― Will Advise, Nothing is here...

“J.K. watches a storm rage into the crimson afternoon. The sky is electric. Rain whips her bare arms and legs. Dustbins are hauled into the air, caught on the wind’s curve. Bags and pillowcase unpacked for a while, toothbrush, perfume, books, a little pile of yellow feathers, J.K. knows she too is caught in the wind. She is Europe’s eerie child, and she is part of the storm." (from "Swallowing Geography" by Deborah Levy)”
― Deborah Levy

“Many of the people who left the South never exactly sat their children down to tell them these things, tell them what happened and why they left and how they and all this blood kin came to be in this northern city or western suburb or why they speak like melted butter and their children speak like footsteps on pavement, prim and proper or clipped and fast, like the New World itself.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“At times it seems as if the whole world has become a refugee and the few of us, who are privileged enough to wake up to the sound of an alarm clock instead of a siren, those of us who are enveloped by a veil of safety many of us fail to appreciate, have become desensitised to the migrating numbers, to the images of the dead, shrugging them away as a collective misery that this ailing part of the world must endure.”
― Aysha Taryam

“Every time the train stopped at a station, we would all hold our breath, making sure not a single sound drifted out of the closed windows. We were hungry and our throats parched. From inside the train we heard voices travelling up and down the platform, saying, “Hindu paani,â€� and, from the other side, “Muslim paani.â€� Apart from land and population, even the water had now been divided”
― Aanchal Malhotra, Remnants of a Separation: A History of the Partition through Material Memory

“The UN has protocols on both 'smuggling people' and on 'trafficking in persons.' At meetings to discuss these laws, it became clear that 'trafficking' was the term used to discuss women and children, while 'smuggling' was used to refer to men.”
― Melissa Ditmore, Juhu Thukral

“Alors, où aller quand votre maison ne constituait plus un abri - quand le monde n'avait plus aucun sens ? A quel moment prendre la décision de partir ou de rester ?”
― Sarah McCoy, The Baker's Daughter

“Notably, during this era, the notion of illegal immigration did not conjure the same political and legal consequences that it would after 1965 [...] The southern border of the United States was not militarized or guarded in the manner it would become in the late twentieth century, and seasonal, uncapped migration from Mexico was an accepted and expected labor reality.”
― Pratheepan Gulasekaram, The New Immigration Federalism

“Once we are made aware of the universality of our angsts and joys, we become one under the sky of humanity”
― Mala Naidoo

“Wie nooit meer terug naar huis mag, raakt in een staat van verbeelding.”
― Kader Abdolah, De kraai

“Hayatımda ilk defa olarak karşı karşıya kalıyordum iktidarın o basiretsiz körlüğüyle; dehÅŸete uÄŸramıştım. O çağımda nereden bilebirdim ki ben, bütün ömrüm boyunca, hep bu körlükle savaÅŸacağım”
― Dido Sotiriou, Ματωμένα χώματα

“All over the world people were slipping away from where they had been, from once fertile plains cracking with dryness, from seaside villages gasping beneath tidal surges, from overcrowded cities and murderous battlefields, and slipping away from other people too, people they had in some cases loved.”
― Mohsin Hamid