Quotes About Belonging

Fate once made you American. Fate took it away.

El ser humano puede sentirse solo a pesar del amor de muchos, porque para nadie es realmente el más querido.

I watched life and wanted to be a part of it but found it painfully difficult.

I have belonged to you in a way you haven't to me.

What can I say Rango? What can I do to prove to you that I belong to you?

Send for the doctor! I need a medicine man who will solder my body and soul together, which splits at every separation. The doctor says it is the flu. He cannot see the body is empty, the fire is gone, I am king without kingdom, and artist without a home, a stranger to luxury, to power, to bigness, to comfort. I lost a world, a small human world of love and friendship. I am not adventurer, I miss my home, familiar streets, those I love and know well.

The money I inherited never belonged to me.

and I longed for the rock isles and algae pools of my own land. We are part of our homes and I think there will always be a feeling of loss and ache within when we cannot long actively communicate with our own special places.

This happiness rendered absurd men's desire to dominate, to kill, to possess, thought Volsky. For neither Mila nor he possessed anything. Their joy came from the things one does not possess, from what other people had abandoned or scorned. But, above all, this sunset, this scent of warm bark, these clouds above the young trees in the graveyard, these belonged to everybody!

An exile's only country is his country's literature.

FranÈ›a nu mai era pentru mine o simpl? colecÈ›ie de curiozit??i, ci o f?ptur? sensibil? È™i consistent?, din care, într-o zi, o f?râm? fusese grefat? în mine.

We all feel unhoused in some sense. That's part of why we write.

Books were my church but even more my native land, my place of refuge, my DP camp. I was an exile early on, but exile welcomed me; it was were I belonged.

East or West Home is best.

Without a home there can be no good citizen. With a home there can be no bad one.

What could be more normal than to be out of place everywhere you go? What could be more American?

It is hard to know how someone else will travel, and Freddy and Less, at first, were at odds. Though a virtual water bug in our adventures, in ordinary travel Less was always a hermit crab in a borrowed shell: he liked to get to know a street, and a café, and a restaurant, and be called by name by the waiters, and owners, and coat-check girl, so that when he left, he could think of it fondly as another home.

he liked to get to know a street, and a café, and a restaurant, and be called by name by the waiters, and owners, and coat-check girl, so that when he left, he could think of it fondly as another home. Freddy was the opposite. He wanted to see everything.

Slowly, the impossible dawned on him, and with terror he was forced to look deep within himself, as we all someday must, and ask: Am I the only frigid homosexual in New York? It turned out he was. So he left. So: Bad gay?

Sir, I hope you feel safe here.

What could be more normal than to be out of place everywhere you go?

Having always imagined myself in a fairly slim minority, I suddenly saw that I was in a vast company. Difference unites us. While each of these experiences can isolate those who are affected, together they compose an aggregate of millions whose struggles connect them profoundly. The exceptional is ubiquitous; to be entirely typical is the rare and lonely state.

Belonging is one of the things that makes life bearable, and it can be tough to look at a binary world and choose against both sides.

I]f you live abroad any good while, the notion of home is permanently compromised. You will always be missing another place, and no national logic will ever again seem fully obvious to you.