Quotes About Belonging

In the absence of sisters, we find sisters. In the absence of mothers, we find mothers. In the absence of family, you are my family.

think a lot of artists do. We don't quite fit in, and somehow that feeds our creativity. We have to create other worlds to feel right.

There might be some hours of loneliness. But there was something wonderful even in loneliness. At least you belonged to yourself when you were lonely.

I never knew how much I really liked her until I saw her familiar face among all those strangers.

Ja osobiÅ›cie mam tylko jedno marzenie - odezwaÅ' siÄ™ przyciszonym gÅ'osem. - Powraca ono do mnie ciÄ…gle, chocia? wiem, ?e prawdopodobnie nigdy siÄ™ nie speÅ'ni. MarzÄ™ o wÅ'asnym domu, o rozpalonym ogniu w kominku, o wÅ'asnym kocie i psie, o odgÅ'osie kroków przyjacióÅ', którzy przyszli w odwiedziny i - marzÄ™ o tobie.

It won't make a bit of difference where I go or how much I change outwardly; at heart I shall always be your little Anne, who will love you and Matthew and dear Green Gables more and better every day of her life.

Put a man in the wrong atmosphere and nothing will function as it should. He will seem unhealthy in every part. Put him back into his proper element and everything will blossom and look healthy. But if he is not in his right element, what then? Well, then he just has to make the best of appearing before the world as a cripple.

I think one of the things you and I have to learn is that we have to live without the consolation of belonging to a Church.... Of one thing I am certain. The religion of the future will have to be extremely ascetic, and by that I don't mean just going without food and drink.

On that long westward morning, all Mexicans still dreamed the same dream. They dreamed of being Mexican. There was no greater mystery.

When push came to shove, the yacht kids were just too WASP for him. He was a jewel of Kazakh youth, he liked to say—studied history so he could boast about Mongolian hordes. He'd mailed a cheek swab to some genetic-testing service, and the results suggested he was Genghis Khan's nephew. Some generations removed. But basically, yeah, he said.

He felt locked into Lane's version of him. Disposable. Occupying a space, a slot in the world, for no good reason. And therefore, in the end—after years of what he took to be closeness—not even worth a goodbye. He must be less than no one. Because no one, at least, contained possibility.

People would rather live in homes regardless of its grayness. There is no place like home.

Non importa quanto squallide e grigie siano le nostre case; noi gente di carne e ossa preferiamo vivere lì piuttosto che in qualunque altro paese, per quanto bello possa essere. Non c'è niente di meglio della propria casa.

Bastien still felt empty. Blood wasn't what he was hungry for. What he yearned for. What he really wanted was someone of his own. Someone to complete him. He wanted to belong to someone. To someone who could accept his differences and embrace him with them. He wanted unconditional love. More to the point, he wanted Terri's unconditional love.

Do you know what the scariest thing is? To not know your place in this world, to not know why you're here. That's - that's just an awful feeling.

But where, after we have made the great decision to leave the security of childhood and move on into the vastness of maturity, does anybody ever feel completely at home?

Meg, when people don't know who they are, they are open either to being Xed, or Named

Who makes you least confused? Calvin There was no hesitation here. When I'm with Calvin, I don't mind being me You mean he makes you more you, don't you? I guess you could put it that way.

Let's be exclusive' Charles Wallace said.

And as long as there are even a few who belong to the Old Music, you are still our brothers and sisters.

Maybe I don't like being different," Meg said, "but I don't want to be like everybody else, either.

We are all strangers in a strange land.

We are lost unless we can recover compassion, without which we will never understand charity. We must find, once more, community, a sense of family, of belonging to each other. No wonder our kids are struggling to start communes.

I felt so insufferably alone. I remembered Miss Myra Turnbull telling us once that this desperate need we have to belong to someone goes back to our earliest forebears, the lowest form of animal life, the amoeba, each individual particle of which has to be joined to other particles to make a whole. Then