Quotes About Belonging

You can't live the Christian life without a band of Christian friends, without a family of believers in which you find a place.

I will always be here, in the offering and people I left behind.

I guess now you know you're not the only freak." It's the nicest thing she's ever said to me.

Dear Friend, You are not a freak. You are wanted. You are necessary. You are the only you there is. Don't be afraid to leave the castle. It's a great big world out there.

I take her hand under the gray-blue sky and I'm home.

People either see me or they don't. I wonder what it's like to walk down the street, safe and easy in your skin, and just blend right in. No one turning away, no one staring, no one waiting and expecting, wondering what stupid, crazy thing you'll do next.

But when I'm with you, everything is quiet; everything just seems right, like my skin fits. And I don't just mean when I'm with you with you.

Whether you want to or not, now we'll always be a part of here.

It is very lonely being Jewish, I think. And confusing.

It was horribly difficult, she reflected, to have finally found the place you thought of as home, only to realize you were going to have to move on again.

Endlessly welcoming and hospitable, particularly up here. It didn't necessarily mean she belonged, did it?

They were a real community. Not a long terrace with a bunch of people who happened to be living next to each other. There was a difference, she just hasn't realized it before.

But sometimes she felt the world wasn't built for people like her

Quando você planta seu coração em um cantinho, esse lugar sempre te acompanha.

She realized suddenly that despite all the new exciting feelings - of autonomy of freedom - that she'd felt since she arrived, she'd been missing the simple familiarity that came with ... well, someone you understood, she supposed.

If there's a corner where you plant your heart, it's always with you.

A house is your third skin, after the skin made of flesh and clothing.

when he slipped out of his mother's womb, he was already filled with interior spaces that didn't belong to him, and he can't just look inside to inspect his own interior.

Do you think there's a difference? Between belonging with and belonging to?

Margot would say she belongs to herself. Kitty would say she belongs to no one. And I guess I would say I belong to my sisters and my dad, but that won't always be true. To belong to someone—I didn't know it, but now that I think about, it seems like that's all I've ever wanted. To really be somebody's, and to have them be mine.

It was like coming home after you'd been gone a long, long time. It held a million promises of summer and of what just might be.

The air tasted just the same, smelled just the same. The wind making my hair feel sticky, the salty sea breeze, all of it felt just right. Like it had been waiting for me to get there.

It's scary when it's real. When it's not just thinking about a person, but, like, having a real live person in front of you, with, like, expectations. And wants. Even when I liked a boy so much, loved him even, I would always rather be with my sisters, because that's where I belong.

It sure is nice being part of a group, feeling like I belong