Quotes About Belonging

How could I have thought that I needed to cure myself in order to fit into the 'real' world? I didn't need curing, and the world didn't, either; the only thing that did need curing was my understanding of my place in it. Without that understanding - without a sense of belonging to the real world - it was impossible to thrive in an imagined one.

Whether anybody was home meant everything to a house. It was more than a major fact: it was the only fact. The family was the house's soul.

For three years, all through junior high, my social death was grossly overdetermined. I had a large vocabulary, a giddily squeaking voice, horn-rimmed glasses, poor arm strength, too-obvious approval from my teachers, irresistible urges to shout unfunny puns, a near-eidetic acquaintance with J.R.R. Tolkien, a big chemistry lab in my basement, a penchant for intimately insulting any unfamiliar girl unwise enough to speak to me, and so on.

She had a lifetime of practice at arriving late in a family of four and being loved by all.

They're all about being the special one, the chosen one. 'Only you can save the world from Evil.' That kind of thing. And never mind that specialness stops meaning anything when every kid is special. I remember watching those movies and thinking about all the unspecial characters in the chorus or whatever. The people just doing the hard work of belonging to society. They're the ones my heart really goes out to. The movie should be about them.

Joey wished there were some different world he could belong to, some simpler world in which a good life could be had at nobody else's expense.

I had a private, intense relationship with Snoopy, the cartoon beagle. He was a solitary not-animal animal who lived among larger creatures of a different species, which was more or less my feeling in my own house.

My apartment rightfully belongs to the people of Lithuania!

Il grimpa l'escalier menant à son appartement dont il avait été si éloigné durant les deux ans et demi passés que le lieu semblait s'être retourné contre lui, ne plus vouloir être son chez-lui.

I hated myself for going, why couldn't I be the kind of person who stays?

It made me start to wonder if there were other people so lonely so close. I thought about "Eleanor Rigby." It's true, where do they all come from? And where do they all belong?

She wanted more, more slang, more figures of speech, the bee's knees, the cats pajamas, horse of a different color, dog-tired, she wanted to talk like she was born here, like she never came from anywhere else

Dear Anna, we will live in a home with no walls, so that everywhere we go will be our home.

I thought maybe if she could express herself rather than suffer herself, if she had a way to relieve the burden, she lived for nothing more than living, with nothing to get inspired by, to care for, to call her own, she helped out at the store, then came home and sat in her big chair and stared at her magazines, not at them but through them, she let the dust accumulate on her shoulders.

My bat mitzvah portion is about many things, but I think it is primarily about who we are wholly there for, and how that, more than anything else, defines our identity.

It made me start to wonderif there were other people so loney so close. I thought about Eleanor Rigby. It's true, where do they all come from? And where do they all belong?

Do you know that I am the Gypsy girl and you are Safran, and that I am Kolker and you are Brod, and that I am your grandmother and you are Grandfather, and that I am Alex and you are you, and that I am you and you are me? Do you not comprehend that we can bring each other safety and peace? When we were under the stars in Trachimbrod, did you not feel it then? Do not present not-truths to me. Not to me.

I walked through Long Island City, Woodside, Elmhurst, and Jackson Heights. I shook my tambourine the whole time, because it helped me remember that even though I was going through different neighborhoods, I was still me.

He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all.

Homer suggest that if you forget your pain, you forget your homeland-you 'lose your hope of home.'-pg.39

Porque a revolução é uma pátria e uma família.

Vestidos de farrapos, sujos, semiesfomeados, agressivos, soltando palavrões e fumando pontas de cigarro, eram, em verdade, os donos da cidade, os que a conheciam totalmente, os que totalmente a amavam, os seus poetas.

Ben olmay? istediÄŸim kiÅŸi deÄŸilim. Olmak zorunda olduÄŸum kiÅŸi deÄŸilim. Annemin olmam? istediÄŸi kiÅŸi deÄŸilim. Daha önce olmuÅŸ olduÄŸum kiÅŸi deÄŸilim. Kimsem oyum.

Thus my life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs to oblivion, or to him.