Quotes About Belonging

All I ever wanted was to belong, to wear that hat of belonging.

One of the immutable laws of being human is that the people who show up are the right people.

All I ever wanted was to belong, to wear the hat of belonging.

It turns out that welcome is solidarity. We're glad you're here, and we're with you. This whole project called you being alive, you finding joy? Well, we're in on that.

Marianne Moore put it, "The world's an orphan's home.

So I practice the fifth Get: I get in touch with others. I tell my partner the truth about how crunchy I feel inside, how unevolved or vindictive. Or I pick up the three-hundred-pound phone and tell a close friend. Or I get in the car and head to where one of my precious communities has gathered. This might be a park, my church, my Sunday school room; with hikers, sober people, townsfolk.

So you—I—stuck to the family plan for a long time, because your success made everyone else so happy, even if you made yourself frantic and half dead trying to achieve it. You couldn't win at this game, and you couldn't stop trying. At least it was a home to return to, no matter how erratic, which is better than no home.

What is a man, said Athos, who has no landscape? Nothing but mirrors and tides.

Perhaps loneliness is the real proof that we belong to something greater than ourselves, the way absence is proof of what was once a presence.

We belong where love finds us.

No man is an island,' said John Donne. I feel we are all islands -- in a common sea.

No man is an island," said John Donne. I feel we are all islands—in a common sea.

I feel we are all islands - in a common sea.

When you live in another land, Mr. Pitt, no matter how strange it may seem at first, it is a very short time until its people become your own, and their grief and their laughter touches you as deeply. All the differences on earth are a shadow, compared with the sameness.

When you trust no one and believe in nothing, you are vulnerable to anything, and yet in some ways also to nothing. He was still learning what it was to belong irrevocably, not to be able to walk away because the ties are too deep, too woven into who you are, who you want and need to be, where all that is comfortable and precious resides.

I feel like an outsider, and I always will feel like one. I've always felt that I wasn't a member of any particular group.

What does all this mean finally, I kept asking like a college kid. Why does it make me want to cry? Maybe it's that we are all outsiders, we are all making our own unusual way through a wilderness of normality that is just a myth.

I'm hoping what all sentient beings hope ... that somehow I'm part of something larger than myself, in which I play a role, an actual role that is somehow intended and meaningful.

And you are with us and one of us, and we are the people of the moon and the stars.

But what creature in the world doesn't want to be loved for itself?

You're mine, of my flesh and of my blood.

What am I, child? Sometimes I think I know not. And sometimes I think I know only too well. Study in my absence. Waste nothing. And I'll be back to you before you know the hour. And then we'll speak of Blood Kisses and secrets and meantime tell no one that you belong to me.

Lorraine McQueen is her name, and everyone hereabouts calls her Miss Queen or Aunt Queen.

So Aaron had become one of them, you might say." "Yes," she answered. "In all respects.