Quotes
And dying, dreams of his sweet Argos.
Here is our home, here is our fatherland.
Yet love of country shall prevail, and boundless passion for renown.
No, my boys, no! Don't accustom your spirits to wars of such huge scope,
Don't use your strength and your vigour to disembowel your country!
There lies my love, there lies my homeland now.
Translation: Lithuania, my country! You are as good health;
How much one should prize you, he only can tell, Who has lost you...
Where is the man who owes nothing to the land in which he lives? Whatever that land may be, he owes to it the most precious thing possessed by man, the morality of his actions and the love of virtue.
Where is your country? he said.
I don't know, said John Grady. I don't know where it is. I don't know what happens to country.
Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that's the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire. Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing. Nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or a valley. For fear will rob him if he gives too much.
She just wanted to be somewhere safe, somewhere familiar, where people looked and spoke like her and she could stand to eat the food.
p. 217
Work as if you were in the early days of a better nation.
"The United States- how can you live in that country?" the man had asked. Agnes had shrugged. "A lot of my stuff is there," she'd said, and it was then that she first felt all the dark love and shame that came from the pure accident of home, the deep and arbitary place that happened to be yours.
