Quotes About Belonging

I suspect the wilderness is a permanent home for me, which is both happy and hard.

It's about creating a place to belong before people are expected to behave or even believe.

There is a clear correlation between how we treat each other and how a watching world will feel about Jesus. What should our neighbors deduce from our loving-kindness toward one another? One, that we obviously belong to Jesus, because what other explanation exists for such beautiful community?

A Christian high school is just like any other high school in the sense of the politics and all of these levels of who's cool and what to wear.

It's like being in a sort of club, isn't it? A bereavement club. You don't choose to join it; it's thrust upon you. And the members whose lives have been changed have more knowledge than those who aren't in it, but the price of belonging is so terribly high.

Heimat. The word mean home in German, the place where one was born. But the term also conveys a subtler nuance, a certain tenderness. One's Heimat is not merely a matter of geography; it is where one's heart lies.

I speak about family and adoption because it 100% changed my life and who I am. It definitely played a very large role into just learning how to be grateful for what you have and being fulfilled in a way that a lot of adopted kids don't feel.

Why good news involved the man being pounded, Ian had never understood, but he knew that the gestures made Mac, Cam and Hart happy. Ian stood quietly and took their hand claps, arms around his shoulders, liking that he was part of them, brothers who had never deserted him.

He wasn't listening. "We don't fit in, you and me," he said. "We're both oddities no one knows what to do with. But we fit together." He took her hand, pressed her palm to his, then laced their fingers through each other's. "We fit.

We don't fit in, you and me," he said. "We're both oddities no one knows what to do with. But we fit together." He took her hand, pressed her palm to his, then laced their fingers through each other's. "We fit.

She does not exist for herself. She exists for and through her community.

En el instante en el que comienza a significar algo para ti, te pertenece.

Where I belong is here, because that's where we all are, fighting our hard battles for the same thing.

Anna, falling in love with you was like coming home to a place I didn't realize I'd been missing all my life. You're the only person I've ever known who accepts me for who I am, right in this moment, faults and all, and isn't waiting for me to become someone else.

I felt in Ann Arbor the same way I did in the city—like everything was happening and I was missing it all when I wasn't there. I suppose there are several spots on earth where each one of us feels completely at home. For me, they are Ann Arbor

Airports should all belong to the same country. The country of Crappacia. Or Bleakovania. Or Suckitan.

Belle's tears spilled over. "Even if I could get out of this place, I wouldn't know where to go," she sobbed. "Where is it, Lucanos? Where is my home?" The beetle sighed. He touched the tip of one leg to the place over Belle's heart. "It's here, foolish girl," he said. "Home is all the people, all the places, and all the things that you love. You carry it wherever you go. Don't you know that?

Home's all the people, all the places, and all the things that you love. You carry it wherever you go.

I was born in Paris. My parents came here from Tunisia when they were kids, but we're still foreigners. Arabs. Africans. Rabble. Scum. We're what's wrong with this country and we always will be.

Serafina slid the ring off her finger… "You belong to another Sera, not me," she whispered.

Home is all the people, all the places, and all the things that you love

You're here with us, Astrid. We're the Six now, just like we were meant to be. And that means the world to me. - Sera

He touched the tip of one leg to the place over Belle's heart. "It's here, foolish girl," he said. "Home is all the people, all the places, and all the things that you love. You carry it wherever you go. Don't you know that?

When does a fake Mohawk become a real Mohawk? Who decides? How do you know if it's happened?