Quotes About Belonging

People of the Monolith and

Going to the mountains is going home.

Going to the woods is going home.

When you steal a people's language, you leave their soul bewildered.

Your beloved and your friends were once strangers. Somehow at a particular time, they came from the distance toward your life. Their arrival seemed so accidental and contingent. Now your life is unimaginable without them. Similarly, your identity and vision are composed of a certain constellation of ideas and feelings that surfaced from the depths of the distance within you. To lose these now would be to lose yourself.

the sense of separateness from the rest of the world, as if everyone else knew the part they were playing but I'd never been given a script.

Kelvinist and Calvinist, schoolgirlishly light-hearted, she stood out in Manhattan like a Welsh miner at a bar mitzvah.

If you've no world of your own, it's rather pleasant to regret the passing of someone else's.

The Bible is filled with powerful statements about who we are in Christ and what belongs to us as believers.

Heh. Deny it all you want, colonel. At heart, we're both flip sides of the same coin: wolves who don't fit in the pack.

our place is known by the songs that give birth, name us and bring us home.

You are terrified of your own children, since they are natives in a world where you will always be immigrants.

What defines us as Christians is not most profoundly that we have come to know him but that he took note of us and made us his own.

To belong to Jesus is to embrace the nations with Him.

Human beings, like plants, grow in the soil of acceptance, not in the atmosphere of rejection

their nation with the same national identity and adopting the same name? Only Israel can make that claim.

It is a feature of human sociability that we are by ourselves but parts of what we might be.

This is the true nature of home -- it is the place of Peace; the shelter, not only from injury, but from all terror, doubt and division.

In the early days he'd felt something like it at Crossworld. There was corporate loyalty, some sense of belonging. But the higher you went in the company, the falser the camaraderie became, and the more you knew that what appeared to cooperation was ambition, was a kind of competition.

We sleep in many tents,

Cultural choice and consumption become both the sign of class belonging and the mark of class difference.

I realized that, like it or not, this odd group of people constituted my family, and I had things I should be doing so I could feel more worthy of them.

The social state is at once so natural, so necessary, and so habitual to man, that… he never conceives himself otherwise than as a member of a body.

The capacity for loyalty is stretched too thin when it tries to attach itself to the hypothetical solidarity of the human race. It needs to attach itself to specific people and specific places, not to an abstract ideal of universal human rights. We love particular men and women, not humanity in general.