Without comprehension, the immigrant would forever remain shut - a stranger in America. Until America can release the heart as well as train the hand of the immigrant, he would forever remain driven back upon himself, corroded by the very richness of the unused gifts within his soul.
Anzia YezierskaI'm one of the millions of immigrant children, children of loneliness, wandering between worlds that are at once too old and too new to live in.
Anzia YezierskaThe power that makes grass grow, fruit ripen, and guides the bird in flight is in us all.
Anzia Yezierska