Quotes About Belonging

Why didn't I feel that I belonged to my parents? How could I have known that I was not right? I think it has always been part of me. Can a newborn sense her parents' disappointment and feelings of frustration at not being able to change the unchangeable?

No one inside will ever disappear. We're all real. We all matter.

She knew perfectly well that things like parties and best friends and going to tea with people were fine for everyone else, because everyone else was "inside"--inside some sort of invisible magic circle. But Anna herself was outside. And so these things had nothing to do with her. It was as simple as that.

Once you work the soil, you belong to it. For so long now he had passed over the surface of the earth like wind over a desert, like shifting sand.

So there are different experiences – every individual has a completely unique experience. But it is all one energy, one whole seeing, one whole being. Unicity is all there is, and unicity does not belong to me or you. We belong to it. It is what "we" are.

The world is not a problem to be solved; it is a living being to which we belong. The world is part of our own self and we are a part of its suffering wholeness. Until we go to the root of our image of separateness, there can be no healing. And the deepest part of our separateness from creation lies in our forgetfulness of its sacred nature, which is also our own sacred nature. — Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee

By inviting in these experiences of interconnectedness we can enhance our sense of belonging to our world. This mode of being widens and deepens our sense of who we are.

By refreshing our sense of belonging in the world, we widen the web of relationships that nourishes us and protects us from burnout.

I tried once, you know, went to a dance all dressed up, but I felt like such a fool. Everyone kept making encouraging remarks about my looks as if they were afraid I'd cross back over the line again; I was trying , you know, I was proving their way of life was right, and they were terrified I'd stop.

I believe the ability to love people as we should only comes from the security of knowing we ourselves are loved. For you cannot share what you do not have. Which is another reason we need the Holy Spirit—for He bears witness with our hearts that we are God's children, and dearly loved as well (Romans 8:15–16, 1 John 3:1).

I want this," he said softly, leaning over and kissing me between the shoulder blades. "I need to own you. All of you. Make you scream and realize that you belong to me and I belong to you and nothing else matters. I can't let you slip away from me, babe.

They're your family, and now they're my family, too. I'm not a civilian and I didn't fall in love with a stockbroker. I fell in love with a Devil's Jack. I know what it means to wear a cut.

Esto es lo que quiero —dijo con voz acariciadora, mientras se inclinaba y me besaba entre los omoplatos—. Necesito hacerte mía. Toda mía. Hacerte gritar, sentir que me perteneces y que yo te pertenezco y que nada más importa. No puedo dejar que te alejes de mí, nena.

A lot's gone down, but right now the critical information is that you belong to me," I told her, my voice rough. "You're my property. You don't understand what that means, and that's okay. I'll teach you. But when you look back at this moment, I want you to remember there was a before I claimed you and an after. Now it's after. You got me?

Doesn't matter what life you choose – your family will always be a part of you.

She was, after all, at home on D ward, more than she had ever been anywhere, and for the first time as a recognizable and defined thing—one of the nuts. She would have a banner under which to stand.

Places have their own characters. . . . But the people begin to look the same.

The hardest part about being an outcast, isn't the love you don't receive. It's the love you long to give that nobody wants.

Before Peter Pan belonged to Wendy he belonged to the girl with the crow feather in her hair

I could never leave,' Pine Sap said. 'Why?' she asked. Pine Sap shrugged, and gestured in the direction of the village. 'Because I think people must be the same everywhere. Only these people are my bones.

She felt the warmth of Peter's arm under her neck, and it almost felt like he was an extension of her, and like if they had souls, they lay somewhere snug between their two bodies. Maybe all of her strangeness, her curse, her always feeling like an outsider, had all existed so that she could belong here, with Peter.

Somehow as children he and Tiger Lily had been shuttled together - both misfits or, as I liked to think of them, strange exotic birds, one too fierce to be hemmed in as a girl, and the other too hesitant to be respected as a boy.

I think we carry home on our backs.

Because I think people must be the same everywhere. Only these people are in my bones.