Quotes About Belonging

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Home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there any more.

Part of her had hoped he would say something like, "I want you, Katie. You belong to me now. I'll take care of you." He didn't say that. But his answer was the best one, really. "You belong to Christ, Katie.

We may be half-Filipino, but the other half is pure, unadulterated racist.

Is the land a source of belongings, or a source of belonging?

When we call a place by name it is transformed from wilderness to homeland.

It is the Windigo way that tricks us into believing that belongings will fill our hunger, when it is belonging that we crave.

A place becomes a home when it sustains you, when it feeds you in body as well as spirit.

My work as an ecologist, a writer, a mother, as a traveler between scientific and traditional ways of knowing, grows from the power of those words. It reminds me of who we are; it reminds me of our gifts and our responsibility to those gifts. Ceremony is a vehicle for belonging—to a family, to a people, and to the land.

There are some aches witch hazel can't assuage; for those, we need each other. My mother and Hazel Barnett, unlikely sisters, I suppose, learned well from the plants they both loved - they made a balm for loneliness together, a strengthening tea for the pain of longing.

They said that nature was the place where they experienced the greatest sense of belonging and well-being.

She does it for the food and the satisfaction of hard work yielding something so prolific, she says. And it makes her feel at home in a place, to have her hands in the earth.

I wanted to know where he felt most nurtured and supported. What is the place that you understand best? That you know best and knows you in return?

made me feel part of something. It was as if for a moment our minds were one.

Maybe we've all been banished to lonely corners by our obsession with private property.

It is good to remember that the original woman was herself an immigrant. She fell a long way from her home in the Skyward, leaving behind all who knew her and held her dear. She could never go back.

When we call a place by its name, it is transformed from wilderness to homeland.

But the Mohawk call themselves the Kanienkeha - People of the Flint - and flint does not melt easily into the great American melting pot

When we call a place by name it is transformed from wilderness to homeland. I imagined that this beloved place knew my true name as well, even when I myself did not.

I think you cannot own a thing and love it at the same time.

tricks us into believing that belongings will fill our hunger, when it is belonging that we crave

Maybe we've all been banished to lonely corners by our obsession with private property. We've accepted banishment even from ourselves when we spend our beautiful, utterly singular lives on making more money, to buy more things that feed but never satisfy. It is the Windigo way that tricks us into believing that belongings will fill our hunger, when it is belonging that we crave.

To be native to a place we must learn to speak its language. Listening in wild places, we are audience to conversations in a language not our own. I think now that it was a longing to comprehend this language I hear in the woods that led me to science, to learn over the years to speak fluent botany.

People belong wherever they feel good. It can be a lot of different places. For a lot of different reasons.