Quotes About Belonging

It's very lonely, feeling like an outcast. Like you are invited to a costume party, but you are the only one in a mask.

I don't wear tattoos to freak her out; I wear them because I have to. It's me.

I learned that there's a kind of love which must feel like coming home,...

We need each other. All of us. We cannot be alone.

The light is what guides you home, the warmth is what keeps you there.

Why, you'll be 'changed, m'dear. We'll just swap you for a human child who'll make a good servant to the Band. Half Humans never work out 'mongst the Folk. No, never do." "But--I'm half Folk too... What if I never work out 'mongst the humans?" "Aye, you're neither one thing nor yet quite t'other. Pity, but there 'tis.

alone. A mixed-blood is seldom content in company: there's always something that casts a shadow on him, but in reality it's he who casts a shadow, like the thief and the treasure, which cast a shadow on one another.

Para Antonio, porque donde está él está mi casa.

Mi barrio es en sí mismo un país para viejos. Y para gente madura. Y para jóvenes que no necesitan estar rodeados de otros jóvenes sino que disfrutan de este ambiente residencial en el que nada es cool pero (casi) todo es auténtico.

Sometimes I wonder if we're livin' in the same land. Why do you wanna be my friend when I feel like a juggler running out of hands?

There is music that seems to belong to you the moment that you hear it, and music about which you must be patient, awaiting the hour when it may reveal itself to you.

More than anything else, I want the folks back at home to think right of me.

Elyse Friedman

There's not a place in our lives that has more power to shape us, to build us up, or to destroy us than home.

Because we were made for him, any place where he isn't will never satisfy us. In

We inhabit a language rather than a country.

A self-respecting man is a man without a country. A fatherland is birdlime...

It is no nation that we inhabit, but a language. Make no mistake; our native toungue is our true fatherland.

The same feeling of not belonging, of futility, wherever I go: I pretend interest in what matters nothing to me, I bestir myself mechanically or out of charity, without ever being caught up, without ever being somewhere. What attracts me is somewhere else, and I don't know what that elsewhere is.

Melancholy is a kind of boredom refined, the feeling that one does not belong to this world. It's a sensation of irremediable exile, without immediate cause. Melancholy is a feeling deeply autonomous, also independent of the failure of those great personal successes. Nostalgia, on the contrary, still clings to something, even if it is only to the past.

Le même sentiment d'inappartenance, de jeu inutile, où que j'aille : je feins de m'intéresser à ce qui ne m'importe guère, je me trémousse par automatisme ou par charité, sans jamais être dans le coup, sans jamais être quelque part. Ce qui m'attire est ailleurs, et cet ailleurs je ne sais ce qu'il est.

Orgoliul unui om nåscut Ä«ntr o culturå micå este Ä«ntotdeauna rånit.

În sufletul meu m? simt ÅŸi român ÅŸi ungur, poate mai mult ungur decât român.

No se puede estar menos hecho para la tierra que yo. Pertenezco a otro mundo, que es tanto como decir que soy de un submundo.