There are those who regard this history of past strife and exile as better forgotten. But, to use the phrase of Yeats, let us not casually reduce "that great past to a trouble of fools." For we need not feel the bitterness of the past to discover its meaning for the present and the future.

Palestine is ours from the river to the sea and from the south to the north. There will be no concession on an inch of the land.[https://www.theguardian.com/world/2012/dec/08/hamas-gaza-palestine-khaled-meshaal-israel Tens of thousands celebrate Hamas 'victory' rally as exiled leader returns]

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world, and exiles me from it.

A war was on. ... On July 14 he was expelled from his home with the rest of his family. He never returned to the city he loved. He never forgot the scenes of in 1948, nor did he forget the idea of violent resistance. Can the Israeli reader understand how he felt?

I don't know what I want. Exile is so strong within me I may bring it to the land.