Quotes About Belonging

I don't want to stay here without you,' said Dolly. 'This place is you. You've made it. It is soaked in you. I should feel haunted here without you. Why, I should feel lost.

The desire to be seen as superior and singular- and, conversely, but similarly, inferior and individual, is a big topic...They have a term for the syndrome- it is called terminal uniqueness...we all refuse to be part of the crowd, to walk in the middle of the road in the safety of others. We all think were special. But the problem is, as I point out to Dr. Singer all the time, I actually am special.

I've got to go home. Even if such place doesn't really exist.

I was the only person going to a prostitute in search of true love. But somehow, no matter how often I was disappointed, I was always game for the next round, like a drug addict hoping that a new fix will give him a rush as good as the first one. Only I'd never even had the initial euphoria that makes a junkie keep coming back for more. I always sought solace in places where I knew, I didn't belong.

Correction without connection yields rejection.

One writes to make a home for oneself, on paper, in time and in others' minds.

My friends are my country.

A poor man is like a foreigner in his own country.

Lack of friends means, stranger in one's own country.

Everywhere's a here, isn't it?

Fear is one of my belongings. Fear will always be a part of any belonging, anywhere, that I ever do, for the rest of my life. I fought hard, to get here to your country. And the first thing you did when I arrived was hand me a letter saying, "Welcome to a country in which you are not welcome. You are now a designated unwelcome person with whom we will do as we please.

She had not expected, out in the world, to find herself quite so much the wrong sort of person.

It's funny to be sitting on such an uncommunal communal chair.

That's what a public library means: something communal. - Kate Atkinson

What does it matter if she breaks something, compared to her feeling as though she belongs?

I feel so saturated with Maine, but am so separate from its people.

For one of us at least, we knew, we were certain - this is how we saw the world - there would never again be loneliness in life.

I don't want to speak this language that doesn't know me.

We go where we live—there is nowhere else.

I am someone who couldn't find her place

I feel awkward, I don't know how to stand up among others.

I say I don't know how to make them accept me.

All the different ways of talking English I throw together like a salad and dine greedily in my mongrel tongue.

Never be the only one, except, possibly, in your own home.