Quotes About Belonging

Vola: So which is it? You going back for your home or for your pet? Peter: They're the same thing.

You may be on your own. But you won't be alone.

That's how life feels to me. Everyone is doing it; everyone knows how. To live and be who they are and find a place, find a moment. I'm still waiting.

I, Deanna Lambert, belong to no one and no one belongs to me. I don't know what to do.

I grab my laptop and log on to ChezTeen.com. Within minutes, I'm surrounded by friends, even though I've never met any of them. There, I can pretend that my first day of school was fantastic, because no one is going to know anything different. I can be anyone I want to be when I'm online and I don't even have to wear makeup.

Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.

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

I'd been convinced I was on the outside, but really, I'd always been within arm's reach. All I had to do was ask, and I, too, would be easily brought back, surrounded and immersed, finding myself safe, somewhere in between.

It was like discovering that some part of you wasn't yours at all. And it made me wonder what else I couldn't claim.

I couldn't imagine what it would be like to be one of so many, to have not just parents and siblings but cousins and aunts and uncles, an entire tribe to claim as your own. Maybe you would feel lost in the crowd. Or sheltered by it. Whatever the case, one things was for sure: like it or not, you'd never be alone.

Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together.

As Isabel acted out her date, both of them laughing, I stayed in the kitchen, out of sight, and pretended she was telling me, too. And that, for once, I was part of this hidden language of laughter and silliness and girls that was, somehow, friendship.

Family isnt about blood relationships, its about the meaning behind them. I relize now that sharing chromosoms is not the only way to having a family, its about the friendship behind it.

You could just tell when a person belonged somewhere. That is something you can't fake, no matter how hard you try

Again, it occurred to me how weird it was to be permanent in a place that to everyone else was only temporary. Like I could never be sure if they were the ones who weren't real, or if I was.

It was so easy to disown what you couldn't recognize, to keep yourself apart from things that were foreign and unsettling

What is family? They were the people who claimed you. In good, in bad, in parts or in whole, they were the ones who showed up, who stayed there, regardless.

No matter where you are, home or the strangest of places, everyone wants to look like they know where they're going.

It was just the lightest dusting, and another person might have mistaken it for something else. But I knew where I came from. No matter where I was, or what got me there, I would always feel at home when I touched sand.

What is family? they were the people who claimed you. In good, in bad, in parts or in whole, they were the ones who showed up, who stayed in there, regardless. It wasn't just about blood relations or shared chromosomes, but something wider, bigger.

Even if you do make tons of new friends," I told him, "try not to forget where you came from, okay?

Una vez que amas algo, siempre lo amarás de alguna manera. Tienes que hacerlo. Es como si fuera una parte de ti, para siempre.

Yo había pensado que no tenia una casa. Pero justo ahí, justo en ese momento, me di cuenta de que estaba equivocada. Hogar no era una casa, o un pueblo en un mapa. Era donde sea que estuviera la gente que amas, donde sea que estén juntos. No un lugar, sino un momento, y luego otro, construyéndose uno sobre otro como ladrillos para construir un sólido refugio que te gustaría conservar por el resto de tu vida, sin importar a donde vayas.

Because in the summers, the world came back to the lake," she'd reply. "And that was when it felt like home.