Quotes About Belonging

We can't be French and Muslim at the same time. And that's exactly what ISIS wants that population to think.

Every time I drift away I lose myself in you. And now I see I can be me in every thing I do.

Her voice trembled. "I'm so glad you're mine. I won't ever let you go." This time, it was Kaleb who said, "I know," devastated at being so wanted. "You are just a little possessive."

It is better to be alone than unwelcome. - Eve

To us, our house was not unsentient matter -- it had a heart, and a soul, and eyes to see us with; and approvals and solicitudes and deep sympathies; it was of us, and we were in its confidence, and lived in its grace and in the peace of its benediction.

A man must not hold himself aloof from the things which his friends and community have at heart if he would be liked.

This is why classical thought concerning structure could say that the center is, paradoxically, within the structure and outside it. The center is at the center of the totality, and yet, since the center does not belong to the totality (is not part of the totality), the totality has its center elsewhere. The center is not the center.

This is ridiculous. I don't belong here. No one belongs here.

They were French, they were Jews, and they were you.

She looks at the swings, and I can see she's imagining what they'd look like if the kids weren't there. The guilt of this holds her down momentarily. It appears to be there constantly. Never far away, despite her love for them. I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.

I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.

Clearly, said Arthur,you're an idiot- but you're our kind of idiot. Come on.

It's not the place, I think. It's the people. We'd have all been the same anywhere else.

Rudy handed it back. Speaking of which, I think we're both slightly in for it when we get home. You especially. Why me? You know- your mama. What about her? Liesel was exercising the blatant right of every person who's ever belonged to a family. It's all very well for such a person to whine and moan and criticize other family members, but they won't let anyone else do it. That's when you get your back up and show loyalty.

See, I was never a guy who had a whole heap of friends to belong to. Besides Greg Fienni, I never really had friends. I kind of stayed on my own. I hated it, but I was proud of it too. Cameron Wolfe needed no one. He didn't need to be amongst a pack. Not all of us roam like that. No, all he needed was his instincts. All he needed was himself.

It's the person, Ma, not the place. If you left here, you'd have been the same anywhere else.'(...)'If I ever leave this place' - I swallow - 'I'll make sure I'm better here first.

She couldn't ever see how broken he was, while the rest of us stood and watched them. She was in jeans, bare feet and T-shirt, and maybe that's what finished us off. She looked just like a Dunbar boy. With that haircut she was one of us.

Liesel was exercising the blatant right of every person who's ever belonged to a family. It's all very well for such a person to whine and moan and criticize other family members, but they won't let anyone else do it. That's when you get your back up and show loyalty.

Estoy buscando esto —le digo señalándonos a los dos con la mano—. Nos estoy buscando a ti y a mí juntos. Audrey se arrodilla a mi lado y posa su mano en la mía para hacerme soltar las hojas. —No creo que esté ahí —me dice con dulzura—. Yo creo, Ed... —Posa las manos suavemente sobre mi cara. La luz anaranjada del atardecer la baña—. Creo que esto nos pertenece a nosotros.

There was the odd suburban thunderbolt, but they were mostly those people who'd found each other; they were golden and bright-lit and funny. Often they seemed in cahoots somehow, like jailbirds who wouldn't leave; they loved us, they liked us, and that was a pretty good trick.

Me doy cuenta de que nada le pertenece ya y que ella pertenece a todo.

Vivimos aquí desde hace casi un año y nadie, absolutamente nadie, ha movido jamás un dedo para ayudarnos o hacer que nos sintamos bienvenidos. No es una queja, no me malinterpretes. No esperamos nada. La gente ya tiene suficientes problemas en su vida...

He would suffer before he'd belong, unable to show himself easily; a preference for greater hope—to find someone who would know him completely.

Non è questo posto, penso. Sono le persone. Saremmo stati gli stessi anche altrove. Ovunque.