Quotes About Belonging

Yo soy mi propio hogar, mi lugar es este en el que me encuentro y nada puede impedirlo, como cuando ese fabuloso azul antes del alba da paso rápidamente a un amanecer de una belleza distinta.

Se anche solo per un istante pensavo di essere strana, gli occhi di mia madre mi guardavano da sopra gli occhiali, e come due puntine da disegno mi fissavano saldamente al mio posto nel mondo.

I carried the last of my things in both hands. When I thought, now at last I won't be torn between two places, I began to feel strangely shaky, close to tears.

Que maravilla! Me basta con que él esté a mi lado; no necesito que sea mío. Todo el mundo disfruta recostándose bajo los grandes árboles que crecen en el parque, y pese a todo, esos árboles no pertenecen a nadie.

Sentirse solo a pesar de tener un hogar al que regresar, a pesar de ser amado, puede que en eso consistía ser joven»

Sentirse solo a pesar de tener un hogar al que regresar, a pesar de ser amado, puede que en eso consistía ser joven

Genelde, ilk kez gittiÄŸim bir evde, çok az tan?d???m insanlarla yüz yüze iken müthiÅŸ bir yaln?zl?k hissederim. Karanl?k bir kasvet, yaÄŸmura yakalanm?? gecenin panoramas? üzerine yay?l?rken büyük teras penceresinin cam?nda kendi yans?mam? gördüm. Bu dünyada kan ba??m olan hiç kimse yoktu. Her yere gidebilir, her ÅŸeyi yapabilirdim. Bu düÅŸünce sersemletiyordu.

No matter where you are, you're always a bit on your own, always an outsider.

People who enjoy waving flags don't deserve to have one.

People who enjoy waving flags don't deserve to have one

Then one night when my whole heart was open to hearing from God what I was supposed to do with my life, God said, "Anything that pleases you." "What?" I said, resorting to words again. "What kind of an answer is that?" "Do anything that pleases you," the voice in my head said again, "and belong to me.

As much as I admire the brilliance of the Jewish Talmud—especially the way it hallows sacred debate across the centuries—I cannot have it. It belongs to those in whose lifeblood it was written. As much as my soul leans toward the whirling of the Sufis who bring heaven to earth with their ethereal spinning, I cannot have that either. It belongs to those who have devoted their lives to the love of Allah.

But belonging to someone and giving yourself to them were two very different things. One formed out of need, a tidy arrangement mutually beneficial to both parties, while the other involved laying yourself bare—something she'd never been very good at.

Except she wasn't Vicki Bell anymore. She was Vicki Bell Beaudry, owner of the Red Fox with her husband, Rob, whose family was nearly as rooted in Bell Valley as the Bell family was, hence a questionable welcome there, too.

I love crowds. They make me feel part of something big and important.

Unconditional love. In that instant, I felt a sharp craving for it, and there was one place I knew I would find it in spades.

Develop the habit of reaching in. It's a way to come home to ourselves, to be whole. Those who consistently express themselves feel homesick if, from time to time, they are unable to.

No, I stay for myself. Everything I need, everything I want, is here. I know it's not enough for most people, but it is for me. Every time I leave, even for an afternoon or an overnight trip to Seattle, I can't wait to get back. This is home. And I guess I'm a person who needs a home, a place to plant seeds and watch them grow.

Everything I need, everything I want, is here. I know it's not enough for most people, but it is for me. Every time I leave, even for an afternoon or an overnight trip to Seattle, I can't wait to get back. This is home. And I guess I'm a person who needs a home, a place to plant seeds and watch them grow.

On the one hand, Sylvie loves the feeling of being like everybody else... on the other hand when she feels most like a freak is when shes getting away with not being one.

I knew what it felt like to be a stray, not having a home where somebody wanted you.

She was a great cultivator of friends, a person who brought others together. Once you were in her life, she never let you drift out of it completely. (Hidden Beneath)

Isolation is the dream killer. It will stop you every time.

How can families harm us when they love us? Very easily, unfortunately. Most of us overlook one important fact when we think love is enough: Love and respect aren't the same thing. Love is fusion. As a baby, you belong to your parents, you're extension of them. Respect is differentiation: you belong to yourself, and you're an extension of no one. Differentiation is essential for happiness of adults.