Quotes About Belonging

Dobbiamo rinunciare a tutto, dunque?» Era serio, non sorrideva. «Non so neppure questo. Robert, in un certo senso ti appartengo. Non volevo che accadesse, non ne sentivo la necessità, e so che questo vale anche per te, ma è andata così. In realtà non sono seduta qui sull'erba, accanto a te. Mi hai dentro di te, come una prigioniera volontaria».

A mãe teve reuniões com vãrios professores. (...) «Robert vive num mundo construído por ele. Eu sei que ele é meu filho, mas por vezes tenho a sensação de que ele veio não de mim e do meu marido, mas de algum outro lugar para onde tenta voltar (...)»".

A mãe teve reuniões com vários professores. (...) «Robert vive num mundo construído por ele. Eu sei que ele é meu filho, mas por vezes tenho a sensação de que ele veio não de mim e do meu marido, mas de algum outro lugar para onde tenta voltar. (...)»

It turns out that human beings yearn not only for freedom, autonomy, individuality, and recognition. Especially in times of difficulty, they also yearn for security, order, and a sense of belonging to something larger than themselves, something that submerges autonomy and individuality—which autocracies often provide better than democracies.

Whose mouse are you?" Nobody's mouse. "Where is your mother?" Inside a cat. "Where is your father?" Caught in a trap.

All of us together were of a generation born of old country people who spoke English with an accent and prayed in another language, who drank red wine and cooked their food in the old country way, and peeled apples and pears after dinner.

Here, where we had done the most of our growing up, the old family home had been a fortress against the world. This is something that the children of immigrants all know.

Home is not only the place you start from, but the place you come back to...where dreams are sustained, hurts healed, where our stories are told.

After I became a citizen, I felt freer to say what I thought about this country, both negative and positive. I think I had been, consciously and subconsciously, biting my tongue in the past.

How does one keep from "growing old inside"? Surely only in community. The only way to make friends with time is to stay friends with people…. Taking community seriously not only gives us the companionship we need, it also relieves us of the notion that we are dispensable.

I never felt myself an expatriate or anything but an American, but not through some excess of patriotism. My country is much too polyglot of race, type, and variety of faith, political and otherwise, for me to discover exactly to which qualities one would have to remain loyal in order to be a hundred per cent American.

Se dice por ahí que la mayoría de la gente le tiene más miedo a hablar en público que a la misma muerte, y según los psiquiatras, el miedo a hablar en público es provocado por el temor a la exclusión social, a sobresalir, a la crítica, a hacer el ridículo, a no pertenecer. El miedo a ser distinto es lo que inhibe a la gente y le impide buscar nuevas formas para resolver sus problemas.

The inability to recruit recognition from others cripples an identity.

The issue is whether we'll invite those who are currently taken for nobodies into the human family or force them to crash our gates.

Man paßt dahin, wohin man sich sehnt.

For the first time, he began calling himself Barack. Partly because a beautiful, older girl told him it was a great name. But also because he now felt that it was a great name, too, a name that belonged to him.

This place felt like home; not her home perhaps, but someone's home, accustomed to shelter and keep and befriend its master.

No wonder he'd never really finished becoming one of us. We just thought it was because he was half Japanese, and lived in a huge house on the other side of town with a dad who was never home and who none of our parents had ever met. And possibly because he was an arrogant moody stuck-on-himself creepazoid And here he wasn't even a real gizmohead. He was just a grind. And a werewolf.

No one, mortal, immortal, or creatures beyond the knowledge of either, can belong to two worlds.

relationship wealth. This is all about feeling connected to other human beings and forging a strong and loving community around you.

Aquélla sería su casa. Aunque para Julián aquel mundo mágico de Sivana era una absoluta novedad, tenía sin embargo la sensación de que era un poco como volver a casa, un regreso a un paraíso que hubiera conocido mucho tiempo atrás. Aquella aldea de rosas no le resultaba

The land knows you, even when you are lost.

To be native to a place we must learn to speak its language.

My secret self, the scarecrow-Lacey built of twigs and mud and bark, the Lacey who was made of forest and would someday be summoned home.