Quotes About Belonging

I feel as if I am being left out, as though I'm some straggler and people can't quite remember to stay back for me.

In America, since we are an immigrant country, our "nativists" may be first- or second-generation Americans whose parents or grandparents were themselves considered suspect on these same grounds. It is almost as interesting as it is disheartening to learn that nativist rhetoric can have impact in a country where precious few can claim to be native in any ordinary sense.

ce este arta? Eu simt ca atunci cand privim arta ca pe ceva izolat, ceva sfant, separat de restul vietii, ne indepartam de viata. Arta trebuie sa fie parte din viata. Arta trebuie sa apartina tuturor.

Ah, we love where we are born, we Sicilians, but Sicily does not love us.

though Italy governed Sicily, no true Sicilian felt he was an Italian.

Había dejado de ser un peruano en muchos sentidos, sin duda. ¿Qué era, entonces? Tampoco había llegado a ser un europeo, ni en Francia, ni mucho menos en Inglaterra. ¿Qué eras, pues, Ricardito?

Was je dan nog steeds verliefd op je ongrijpbare landgenote, Ricardo Somocurcio? Geen twijfel mogelijk.

Non è colpa della Francia se continuiamo a essere un paio di stranieri, caro. E' colpa nostra. Una vocazione, un destino. Come la nostra professione d'interpreti, un'altra maniera di essere sempre uno straniero, di stare senza stare, di essere ma non essere.

Alberto soñaba sin cerrar los ojos. Habían bastado apenas unos segundos para que el mundo que abandonó le abriera sus puertas y lo recibiera otra vez en su seno sin tomarle cuentas, como si el lugar que ocupaba entre ellos le hubiera sido celosamente guardado durante esos tres años. Había recuperado su porvenir

Mi país, nuestros países, son, en un sentido profundo, más ficciones que realidades.

You know what he said? He said that being away from me is less like being away from a person than being away from other people is. I don't know anyone else who would say something like that. And he was right. When we were apart, I missed him all the time, but he didn't feel faraway. He felt closer than the kids at school.... Certain people are like that, I guess. They're together no matter where they are. They just belong to each other.

Certainly, they'd had to endure the war, but they had each other close by. They had never known the confusion of being a third-worlder, they had always a home!

The harder I tried to assimilate, the more I had the feeling that I was distancing myself from my culture, betraying my parents and my origins, that I was playing a game by somebody else's rules.

cuando entré en su habitación estaba llorando... No pertenecíamos a la misma clase social, pero al menos estabamos en la misma cama

Si je n'étais pas intégré à moi-même, je ne pourrais jamais m'intégrer.

At Christmas, all roads lead home.

A vast tenderness swept him, and a great reverence. Now she belonged to him and her face was his to shield. In regret and joy he draped her, his personal Torah, which now must be returned to the ark to await their covenant.

To find meaning is to find the connection between ourselves and everyone else. We need to know where we belong and how our efforts affect our world. Whether or not we are people of faith, we are curious about eternal things. Even if we try to shelve our spiritual questions, our subconscious minds continue to wonder.

Being united to Christ means being united to every Christian. But that universal union must be given a living, breathing existence in a local church.

Everyone is in a tribe, and the sooner we realize we are not each unique, like a snowflake—a special, one-of-a-kind person, just like Mama said—the sooner we will make sense of ourselves and the spiritual cul-de-sac we call home. You are likely not unique, particularly special

Many modern Christians will take the best programs from every church while committing to no church. They even have a name for it: "church shopping.

A better time. A simpler time,' said the Doctor. 'That's what we all yearn for. The pain of wanting to belong somewhere. To go home.

Family, that slippery word, a star to every wandering bark, and everyone sailing under a different sky.

Her only worry sometimes was that she didn't look different enough, that people mistook her for part of a crowd. She'd see a girl in patterned Doc Martens or with a dyed red pixie cut and wish she had the balls.