Quotes About Belonging

We are a part of love, not separate from it

The papers are signed. The papers are sealed.The adoption is completed.You are the adopted sons and daughters of the Most High God. A family.

I have been a refugee for the last forty years in the luminous land of opportunity. Still my heart is aching with hiraeth for my native land.

Never forget to be someone even when you get lost in the wildness of a crowd.

I write to be a part of something - a world made up of words and ideas, which are sometimes painfully criticized, gratefully loved and can never be destroyed.

The burden of intelligence: you can always imagine all those wonderful places where you can never belong.

If you've ever been homesick, or felt exiled from all the things and people that once defined you, you'll know how important welcoming words and friendly smiles can be.

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Las clases las llevamos clavadas en el alma y les pertenecemos para siempre sin darnos cuenta. No es un asunto político; es algo más hondo.

I have become a queer mixture of the East and the West, out of place everywhere, at home nowhere.

I am not the lonely human, plunked down on earth to aimlessly wander. I am a part of that earth and not going anywhere- just like the spider up in the corner, the dust on the sill, and the cat I buried in the backyard. -Jamaica Ritcher.

ANTIGONE: Tell me the truth! I beg you to tell me the truth! When you think about me, when it strikes you suddenly that I am going to belong to you?do you have the feeling that?that a great empty space is being hollowed out inside you, that there is something inside you that is just?dying? HAEMON: Yes, I do, I do.

Ayla should have been the son of my mate." Brun to Broud, Clan of the Cave Bear.

I love cats because I love my home and after a while they become its visible soul.

To Squanto, as to all Native Americans, the land did not belong to the people, people belonged to the land.

counted themselves among California's established

First of all, don't mix your hairpins up with mine! You .... Oh! All right, mix your muck with mine. Mix it! Mix your rags with my tatters! Mix it all up. ...

Deixou de existir a nossa terra. Quem ama, ama o mundo ou não ama nada.

She knew that she had brought him the very safety and sense of belonging that was so important for a child, but which he had never experienced in his family of origin.

Everyone hates the mob, but everyone belongs to it

He's part me and part Clan, and so is Ura. Or rather, she's part Oda and part that man who killed her baby.

I would never be part of anything. I would never really belong anywhere, and I knew it, and all my life would be the same, trying to belong, and failing. Always something would go wrong. I am a stranger and I always will be, and after all I didn't really care.

It was so hard to decide where loyalties should lie: with oneself or with one's community?

Weakness, recognized, accepted, and offered, is at the heart of belonging, so it is at the heart of communion with another.