Quotes About Belonging

Some stories are so familiar its like going home.

I was never like the rest of you, making plans about the great things I'd do, I never saw myself as anything much, just shy, stupid little Beth, who's only use was at home. Why does everyone want to go away? I love being home, but I don't like being left behind. Now I'm the one going ahead, No one can stop God if He wants me, But I'm afraid I shall be homesick for you... even in heaven.

If she really had any doubt, the look in Dr. Alec's face banished it without a word, as he opened wide his arms and she ran into them, feeling that home was here.

Make this home happy, so that you may be fit for homes of your own

for you belong to the old set, and I to the new; you will get on the best, but I shall have the liveliest time of it

Oh, if someone would only come and take me away! I'm so tired of living here, and I don't think I can bear it much longer. Poor Patty might well wish for a change; she had been in the orphanage ever since she could remember. And though everyone was very kind to her, she was heartily tired of the place and longed to find a home.

When small towns find they cannot harm the strangest of their members, when eccentrics show resilience, they are eventually embraced and even cherished.

Here I am Where I ought to be

The world can go on without me. Here I shall be held by love.

You can't assimilate Indian ghosts. It's too late!

He felt at home in many places.

Hamilton had analyzed his own rejection thus: "I am a stranger in this country. I have no property here, no connections. If I have talents and integrity…these are justly deemed very spurious titles in these enlightened days.

a condição de aluno especial, que tinha sessões particulares com os professores e assistia a aulas, mas que não pertencia, pelo menos a princípio, a nenhuma turma específica.

Ser maldito es saber que tu discurso no puede tener eco, porque no hay oídos que lleguen a entenderte. En esto se parece a la locura. Ser maldito es no coincidir con tu tiempo, con tu clase, con tu entorno, con tu lengua, con la cultura a la que se supone que perteneces. Ser maldito es desear ser como los demás pero no poder. Y querer que te quieran pero sólo producir miedo o quizá risa. Ser maldito es no soportar la vida y sobre todo no soportarte a ti mismo.

Sentirte loco es sentir que de algún modo ya no perteneces a la especie humana.

It's all so sweet. Needing each other and finding each other.

In my opinion, our downfall began when we started to think of ourselves as 'individuals'.

All the people like us are we, and everyone else is they.

Thou art of the Jungle and not of the Jungle. And I am only a black panther. But I love thee, Little Brother.

And it is I, Raksha [The Demon], who answers. The man's cub is mine, Lungri–mine to me! He shall not be killed. He shall live to run with the Pack and to hunt with the Pack; and in the end, look you, hunter of little naked cubs–frog-eater– fish-killer–he shall hunt thee!

Akela, the grim old wolf who had never asked for mercy in his life, gave one piteous look at Mowgli as the boy stood all naked, his long black hair tossing over his shoulders in the light of the blazing branch that made the shadows jump and quiver.

No man's cub can run with the people of the jungle, howled Shere Khan. Give

Deadly Beliefs Chapter 14 |Mifflintown, Pennsylvania – February 2, 2015 "All the people like us are We, and everyone else is They.

He is not Ikki to dig holes, nor Mao, the Peacock, that he should fly. He is not Mang the Bat, to hang in the branches. Little bamboos that creak together, tell me where he ran?