Quotes About Belonging

All I could think to say was, The Lakers are my home team!

Sure, Nico had mixed emotions about the camp. He'd felt rejected there, out of place, unwanted and unloved … but now that it was on the verge of destruction, he realized how much it meant to him. This was the last place Bianca and he had shared as a home – the only place they'd ever felt safe, even if only temporarily.

You are the ghost king, a voice said. I am, Nico thought. This is where you belong. But then Nico raised his head. Looked at the other two passengers. Will, whose face was strained as he reached down with a shaking hand to grab at him. Nico took it, gripped his boyfriend's hand tight, and thought, No. This is where I belong.

What are you doing personally to make your church family more warm and loving? There are many people in your community who are looking for love and a place to belong. The truth is, everyone needs and wants to be loved, and when people find a church where members genuinely love and care for each other, you would have to lock the doors to keep them away.

Every human being was created by God, but not everyone is a child of God.

A boy grows and marries and leaves. He belongs to another woman, but a girl always belongs to her mother.

Home... wasn't Egerton Gardens, wasn't even Fox Corner. Home was an idea, and like Arcadia it was lost in the past.

The father washes his hands of his son, so the boy is forced to set out alone to try and find fear, hoping that by doing so he'll fit in, that finally he'll belong. That maybe once he can shudder, he'll be able to go home. That's a line that always got me, that part about the shudder and going home.

How's this: Is it possible, do you think, to be queer when you haven't had sex in years? Or how about his one: Are words themselves a danger in the defining of community? Can we solve the problem of suffocating identity politics by allowing anyone at all to define the identities being politicized? Or would a better solution be the abandonment of politicized identities in favor of the politics of values?

Without stories, how do we know who we are? How can we imagine who we can be?

What was it like... to have someone who knew you would always return and who welcomed you with open arms?

We shall all, in the end, be led to where we belong. We shall all, in the end, find our way home.

I am alone in the world, Dolores, and I am homesick for my own kind.

There was, truly no place for him. The home of his childhood was long gone, and it had never been his home, even when he was a child. His mother had said to him, Do not anger your father. Try to do as he says. Try to be who he wants you to be. But he had not known how to do that, had he? He still did not know how to do that. He knew, only, how to be himself. And shouldn't home be the place where you are allowed to be yourself, loved as yourself?

nothing is sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name.

We shall all, in the end, be led to where we belong, said the blackbird. We shall all, in the end, find our way home, intoned the bird.

He looked at me, and, my goodness, his eyes were bright, and it occurred to me that they were probably so bright because he had never had to ask himself who he was or where he belonged or who he wanted to be.

But, alas, he never really belonged in either place, the sad fate, I am afraid, of those whose hearts break and then mend in crooked ways.

It's kind of a strange church and I thought Winn-Dixie would fit right in.

And shouldn't home be the place where you are allowed to be yourself, loved as yourself?

She was working to remind herself of who she was. She was working to remember that, somewhere, in another place entirely, she was known and loved.

Franny Block is in charge of them all. She is a very small, very old woman with short gray hair, and she was the first friend I made in Naomi.

The more people we exclude, the more people will want to join. That's what exclusive means.

You just want to know that you're all right. You just want to feel all right." And now he dives into the sneer. Arty's sneer could flay a rhino. "That's all you need other people's love for!