Quotes About Belonging

I had a vision of you, the first time I stepped into Grey House, the night Edward died. That was why I kept staring at you while he lay on the bed, convulsing between us. I had seen you standing before me, your hand in mine. I could not hear what was said between us, but there was a sense of belonging to you, as if I had always known you somehow, and you had been waiting for me. It came as rather a nasty shock to realise you were already married.

Australia is full of unsuitable people—you will fit in beautifully.

You have so much love in you. Trust your firends and family. They're all you have, but they're precious, the most important part of your life.

It's strange, isn't it, how the idea of belonging to someone can sound so great? It can be comforting, the way it makes things decided. We like the thought of being held, until it's too tight. We like that certainty, until it means there's no way out. And we like being his, until we realize we're not ours anymore.

Usually you just walk and walk among people who are not of your tribe, and then suddenly, there you are, in a place that feels familiar and known.

It was the feeling of not belonging, and longing for your familiar couch and your familiar TV with all those comforting TV people who couldn't see you.

I don't stop to imagine home and the people in it, because this is so far from home, I am another person entirely.

We are all part of something magnificent.

Seriously, what would you prefer? To stand out from everyone else, or disappear in the crowd? Because I call the latter 'sheep.

There is far, far more to being human than any of us can become on our own.

Find your flock and fly.

You are not for everybody, but you are for somebody.

Where your heart is, there lies your treasured home.

Our dreams become our home where we dwell.

Wherever, I am welcome, there is my home.

My darling husband, my heart is your home.

In many ways, the title American is an oxymoron because one may look it on the outside but not feel it on the inside.

My heart is my home.

I didn't want to be different, even among the different.

Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.Who had nothing, who wanted everything.

Somewhere along the way we all go a bit mad. So burn, let go and dive into the horror, because maybe it's the chaos which helps us find where we belong.

Don't chase people. Be yourself, do your own thing and work hard. The right people - the ones who really belong in your life - will come to your. And stay.

A child fish asks mother fish, 'Mother, why cannot we live on the Earth?' Mother fish replied, 'Dear… it is not the place for fish, it is the place for selfish

Your are where you desire to live.