Quotes About Belonging

Nothing defines the quality of life in a community more clearly than people who regard themselves, or whom the consensus chooses to regard, as mentally unwell.

Some things you can never leave behind. They don't belong to the past. They belong to you.

But it was okay not to fit in everywhere, as long as you did somewhere.

Without question, so many people, throughout my life, never think of Puerto Rico as part of the United States.

Social media gives one a family to share ones life with.

Family makes life whole to me.

In our factions, we find meaning, we find purpose, we find life.

Maybe I'm a human, but I'm a me-and-Ma as well.

I wish everybody was just ethnically ambiguous. It would make life a lot easier.

The crew and cast at Castle becomes more of a reality than the people I've known all my life

Home is where you dance with others, and dancing is life.

But there comes a time in everybody's life when he must decide whether he'll live among human beings or nota fool among fools or a fool alone.

I was single for a long time and felt very much alone in the world, and talk of family values upset me very much at that phase in my life, because I used to think: 'What about people like me?

That's the way we see life: your community is your survival. And if you live in a small community like this, even the people you hate you have as friends.

Wales: The land of my fathers. My fathers can have it!

I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows, the easier it becomes to replace them. It's one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place.

As I said, either friends or the country, some . . . either some very dear person or some very dear place seems necessary to relieve life's daily grey, and to show that it is grey. If possible, one should have both.

There are dread secrets that none may know and have peace. More, secrets that render whosoever knoweth them an alien unto the tribe he belongs to, that cause him to walk alone on earth, for he who takes, pays.

One day I looked at Gat, lying in the Clairmont hammock with a book, and he seemed, well, like he was mine. Like he was my particular person.

Get over it, Roo. If you have friends who actually like you, you're popular enough.

Noel shook his head. "You think better of this scene than I do, Ruby. Don't you see how fake those girls are? Let it go. Have a laugh about it when you're older. Forget that junk." I wanted to believe him, to skip off to some punk-rock hangout and develop ironic distance and start over in a universe where it didn't matter what any of these people thought about me. But I couldn't. I just loved them.

It is not glamorous that I can't drive a car. It is not mysterious to be home on a Saturday night, reading a novel in a pile of smelly golden retrievers. However, I am not immune to the feeling of being viewed as a mystery, as a Sinclair, as part of a privileged clan of special people, and as part of a magical, important narrative, just because I am part of this clan. My mother is not immune to it, either. This is who we have been brought up to be. Sinclairs. Sinclairs.

You feel like you know me, Cady, but you only know the me who comes here," he says. "It's--it's just not the whole picture. You don't know my bedroom with the window onto the airshaft, my mom's curry, the guys from school, the way we celebrate holidays. You only know me on this island...

He seemed, well, like he was mine. Like he was my particular person.