Quotes About Belonging

We walked back from dinner through the cold vestibules, unutterably aware of our identity with this country for one strange hour, before we melted indistinguishably into it again.

I'm yours — you know it.

If there is such a thing as complete happiness, it is knowing that you are in the right place.

Later on, still looking, she had tried to get involved with the Women's Community Center. She liked what they stood for but secretly wished they would wear just a little lipstick and shave their legs. She had been the only one in the room in full makeup, wearing pantyhose and earrings. She had wanted to belong, but when the woman suggested that next week they bring a mirror so they could all study their vaginas, she never went back.

Fannie Flagg

Fannie Flagg

I doubt my doubt, doubt itself is unsure I love, but who is it for whom I sigh? Not Muslim, yet not heathen; who am I?

My Country I don't have any caps left made back home Nor any shoes that trod your roads I've worn out your last shirt quite long ago It was of Sile cloth Now you only remain in the whiteness of my hair Intact in my heart Now you only remain in the whiteness of my hair In the lines of my forehead My country -Nazim Hikmet

I look for myself but find no one. I belong to the chrysanthemum hour of bright flowers placed in tall vases. I should make an ornament of my soul.

I seek and don't find myself. I belong to chrysanthemum hours, neatly lined up in flowerpots.

Só o que sonhamos é o que verdadeiramente somos, porque o mais, por estar realizado, pertenece ao mundo e a toda a gente

I've never aspired to be more than a dreamer. I paid no attention to those who spoke to me of living. I've always belonged to what isn't where I am and to what I could never be. Whatever isn't mine, no matter how base, has always had poetry for me.

Everything belongs to someone else, except the pain of not having it.

I'm lost if I find myself; I doubt what I discover; I don't have what I've obtained. I sleep as if I were taking a walk, but I'm awake. I wake up as if I'd been sleeping, and I don't belong to me. Life, in its essence, is one big insomnia, and all that we think or do occurs in a lucid stupor.

Does the peace I feel when I see you belong to you or to me?

Pertencer - eis a banalidade. Credo, ideal, mulher ou profissão - tudo isso é a cela e as algemas. Ser é estar livre.

Minha pátria é a língua portuguesa

The world belongs to those who don't feel. The essential condition for being a practical man is the absence of sensibility.

To belong to something — that's banal. Creed, ideal, wife or profession: nothing but prison cells and shackles.

To belong is synonymous with banality.

Everything belongs to others except my regret that it doesn't belong to me.

To belong to something – that's banal. Creeds, ideals, a woman, or profession – nothing but prisons and shackles. To be is to be free. Even ambition is a burden if it is based only on futile pride and passion. We wouldn't be so proud of it if we realized it's just a string by which we're pulled.

I was free from having to feel. It was in a certain sense home – the place, that is, where one doesn't feel.

Siempre he pertenecido a lo que no está donde estoy y a lo que no he podido ser nunca.