Quotes About Belonging

Cada persona tendrá su propia lista, su propio pedazo del país colgado del corazón. Una lista larga, rica colorida, voluptuosa, fragante. Una lista con la cual contener el pesimismo; una vacuna contra la desilusión. Una lista de lo mejor de México. Una lista para despertarse en las mañanas.

That's the great thing about L.A. No matter who you are, you fit in, because no one fits in, so everyone is in the same boat. And it gets more that way each day. Now it's whites who are odd man out.

He leaned in, and she came to him willingly. She was soft and pliable. She touched the hair at his nape, and he shivered. He pulled her closer, and she fit like a missing puzzle piece, right into his chest. Right into his heart.

Conformity," she wrote, "is the bane of middle class communities.

Ah, grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog who comes in the back door for a crust, for a meatless bone. I should trust you. I should coax you into the house and give you your own corner, a worn mat to lie on, your own water dish. You think I don't know you've been living under my porch. You long for a real place to be readied before winter comes. You need the right to warn off intruders, to consider my house your own and me your person and yourself my own dog.

I believe that there are four things that the soul requires in a home. First, it needs a sense of belonging, to feel truly connected to the land, to your roots, to your spirit. Second, a soul needs to feel safe, so that you can be yourself, be creative, and bring forth what you are without fear. Third, it yearns for harmony with the greater cycles of nature. And, finally, your soul needs sacred space. When you have these four things, your home will be filled with inner peace.

Your home should give you a sense of belonging and provide a context for interpreting your life's experiences. It should be a reference place that you look forward to returning to, an anchoring point from which you venture into the world, and a place where you know that your heart resides. To gain a sense of belonging to a place, it is essential to 'ground' yourself. Even if you move often, in each location imagine sinking your roots into earth.

We are Americans when we go to war, and when we return, we are Mexicans.

Your first family is your blood family and you always be true to that. That means something. But there's another family and that's the kind you go out and find. Maybe even by accident sometimes. And they're as much blood as your first family. Maybe more so, because they don't have to look out for you and they don't have to love you. They choose to.

Many of us live in denial of who we truly are because we fear losing someone or something-and there are times that if we don't rock the boat, too often the one we lose is ourselves...It feels good to be accepted, loved, and approved of by others, but often the membership fee to belong to that club is far too high of a price to pay.

African Americans, Asian Americans, and Latino Americans were second-class-status Americans. They were seldom welcomed and were told to stay in their place and not allowed into the mainstream culture of the privileged even when fully acculturated.

Let us, for the moment, assume that assimilation is desirable and that becoming a part of your country of residence is important. The question is this: Shouldn't we, therefore, all become Native Americans? Further, why aren't we?

A man's feet should be planted in his country, but his eyes should survey the world.

It is disgraceful to live as a stranger in one's country, and be an alien in any matter that affects our welfare.

We cannot live without the knowledge that someone cares about us.

I have come back again to where I belong not an enchanted place but the walls are strong.

T-shirts create a sense of "We". Food says, "We don't mind spending money on you."

Every person has a longing to be significant; to make a contribution; to be a part of something noble and purposeful.

Who hears me, who understands me, becomes mine, a possession for all time.

Why Me? Why You? Why His? Why Hers, Why Mine? or Why Theirs? It should be We and Ours.

I want to be famous in my home.

The leader, mingling with the vulgar host, Is in the common mass of matter lost.

I'm learning that to be at home everywhere, I have to be sure to include the place I actually live.

So much of learning to be an American is learning not to let your individuality become a nuisance.