Quotes About Belonging

Outra coisa que sei é que, cedo ou tarde, as pessoas têm de fazer parte de um lugar — parte de sua paisagem, das ruas, das águas e das pessoas — senão terão uma vida muito, muito infeliz, a vida de um eterno exilado.

The hyphenated American is ridiculous. But that's what we have to put up with. I think that any person that's in the United States is better off here than they would be where they came from.

The Bible knows nothing of solitary religion.

There is no such thing as a solitary Christian.

And how important in the scheme of things was it to find this person, this one person who knew (and loved) more about one than anyone else? [...] And the whereabouts of that person ultimately defined the location of the Homeland, for in the final analysis roots were people.

As for the Homeland, it had another meaning which had nothing to do with geographical place. It concerned not where you lived but how you lived, for, in effect, it defined a way of thinking, of looking at things.

although he knew he would never feel completely at home there, it would always give him a place to come home to.

It's not that they were worth anything. But they were mine.

The most important thing in the world is family and love.

There was the feeling, too, that she no longer belonged – that she had become a stranger in another people's world. It had all altered so much; first changing into a place that it was difficult to understand, then growing so much more complex that one gave up trying to understand. No wonder, she thought, that the old become possessive about things; cling to objects which link them with the world that they could understand…

he belonged. We did not, and because we did not, we had no positive—we were condemned to negatives, to not revealing ourselves, to not speaking when we would, to not using what we knew, to not being found out—to a life of perpetual deception, concealment, and lying.

They would be hyphenated people. Somali-American. What a strange thing, Abdikarim thought, to become hyphenated to a country now gratifying itself with the impression that all Somalis were pirates.

People are different in different places,' he thought hazily. 'And if they're all right in one place, it's best to leave them there.

The dead belonged to her as no one living could have done.

You know how sometimes when you come home and you haven't seen a place for so long that it seems unbelievably beautiful, and you want to cry because you love it so much you think it's going to break your heart? I felt like that, too. I am HOME.

It's like being raised by wolves -- you don't realize you're not one yourself until someone points it out to you. Sometimes it makes me so mad that not everyone treats me just like another wolf.

The lifers who, even seven states away, are the porches where we land.

I'm one of them gays too.

La geografia dell'aridità è un prisma da cui emergono i più insoliti e complessi accostamenti di colore. I sederti hanno questo in comune, i colori. E sono loro a farci sentire a casa in luoghi simili, a darci l'impressione che il mondo non sia poi così grande.

Airtight allegiance to place could make you a loser, left behind by the great sweep of a monochromatic, generalist world.

I love nicknames. It makes me feel loved. It makes me feel less alone in this world.

Welcome to the Family." - Mrs.Sterling

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