Quotes About Belonging

Perugia is my true fatherland because there I grew to manhood.

I have two fathers.

My favorite part of Wyoming is as soon as I hit the border. I'm home, where life is good.

My family and my closest friends are my favorite things about being home.

My favourite place in the world is home.

At the end of the day, we want love, and we want to feel loved.

Each player has one place in the world where he is happy, and as a result, he plays well. My place is Anfield. Every game I can play there, I feel good.

It makes me feel good, when people say you are important to the team.

Being part of a team that belongs to everyone makes me feel good and at peace with myself.

I have always said that if I feel good in one place, I don't need to go elsewhere.

We all feel good to be wanted.

You can't not have feelings about country clubs, whichever side you're on.

It feels bad to feel like you're not wanted.

Chelsea feels like a big family.

From my country, they will only take me out feet first.

I was born in California and moved around a lot. When I was 17, I moved to Boston because my mom got a job there. The moment I went to Boston, everything just felt right and fell into place on how I wanted it to be.

Colombians, when they love an artist, they love him whether you're up or down. So why wouldn't I stay in a place where they loved me when I was in my worse moment, and they were saying I was a legend? I felt I was good, so I felt it was my home. I fell in love with the people, the culture. They made me feel like a Colombian.

I did not know I was a Midwesterner until I got there. I just fell in love with the people.

I had my children, fell in love with mothering, yet couldn't find what I was looking for in terms of support or community. It felt isolating. I couldn't find 'my people.'

As you watch 'Documented' on CNN, I ask you, my fellow Americans: What do you want to do with me? What do you want to do with us? How do you define American?

Cricket fans all over the world probably have more in common with each other than with their fellow citizens.

I felt ashamed of being different and ashamed of feeling that way.

I never really felt I belonged; there was always a sense of apartness. At school, I was the cricketer.

I really admire Ana Mendieta. She was a Cuban American artist who died the year I was born and whose work examines violence, feminism, and belonging. Her art is always brave and visually arresting and vibrates with meaning.