Quotes About Belonging

The cheapest sort of pride is national pride; for if a man is proud of his own nation, it argues that he has no qualities of his own of which he can be proud;

the more a man belongs to posterity, in other words, to humanity in general, the more of an alien he is to his contemporaries; since his work is not meant for them as such, but only for them in so far as they form part of mankind at large; there is none of that familiar local color about his productions which would appeal to them; and so what he does, fails of recognition because it is strange.

Dünyada gurur duyabileceÄŸi hiçbir ÅŸeyi olmayan zavall? bir adam, son çareye, ait olmakla gurur duyduÄŸu ulusa uzat?r elini; burada kendine gelir ve art?k, ÅŸükran içinde ulusa özgü tüm hatalar? ve aptall?klar? diÅŸiyle t?rna??yla savunmaya haz?rd?r.

Quanto mais alguém pertence à posteridade, isto é, à humanidade em geral e como um todo, tanto mais estranho será à sua própria época.

The cheapest sort of pride is national pride; for if a man is proud of his own nation, it argues that he has no qualities of his own of which he can be proud; otherwise he would not have recourse to those which he shares with so many millions of his fellowmen.

Being with him made her feel as though her soul had escaped from the narrow confines of her island country into the vast, extravagant spaces of his. He made her feel as though the world belonged to them- as though it lay before them like an opened frog on a dissecting table, begging to be examined.

People always loved best what they identified most with.

Our dreams have been doctored.We belong no where. We sail unanchored on troubled seas.We may never be allowed ashore. Our sorrows will never be sad enough. Our joys never happy enough. Our dreams never big enough. Our lives never important enough. To matter..

India belongs not to Punjabis, Biharis, Gujaratis, Madrasis, Muslims, Sikhs, Hindus, Christians, but to those beautiful creatures—peacocks, elephants, tigers, bears…

He made her feel as though the world belonged to them...

We're Prisoners of War," Chacko said. "Our dreams have been doctored. We belong nowhere. We sail unanchored on troubled seas. We may never be allowed ashore. Our sorrows will never be sad enough. Our joys never happy enough. Our dreams never big enough. Our lives never important enough. To matter.

It had to do with the way she lived, in the country of her own skin. A country that issued no visas and seemed to have no consulates.

She had always loved that about him, the way he belonged so completely to a people whom he loved and laughed at, complained about and swore at, but never separated himself from.

Achoo, Jose, Yako, Anian, Elayan, Kuttan, Vijayan, Vawa, Joy, Sumathi, Ammal, Annamma, Kanakamma, Latha, Sushila, Vi-jayamma, Jollykutty, Mollykutty, Lucykutty, Beena Mol (girls with bus names).

Somos prisioneiros de guerra, disse Chacko. Nossos sonhos foram manipulados. Não pertencemos a lugar nenhum. Navegamos sem âncora por mares turbulentos. Pode ser que nunca nos permitam desembarcar em terra. A tristeza de nossas tristezas nunca vai ser suficiente. Nem a alegria da nossa felicidade, nem o tamanho de nossos sonhos. Nossas vidas nunca terão importância suficiente para serem levadas em conta.

Because it had to do with more than all that. It was the haughtiness (despite the question mark over her 'stock', as his mother had not hesitated to put it). It had to do with the way she lived, in the country of her own skin. A country that issued no visas and seemed to have no consulates.

No man is an island, but some of us are long peninsulas.

The only way death is not meaningless is to see yourself as part of something greater: a family, a community, a society.

The only way death is not meaningless is to see yourself as part of something greater: a family, a community, a society. If you don't, mortality is only a horror. But if you do, it is not.

This place where half of us will typically spend a year or more of our lives was never truly made for us.

The key word in her mind was home. Home is the one place where your own priorities hold sway. At home, you decide how you spend your time, how you share your space, and how you manage your possessions. Away from home, you don't. This loss of freedom was what people like Lou Sanders and Wilson's mother, Jessie, dreaded. Wilson

The only way death is not meaningless is to see yourself as part of something greater: a family, a community, a society. If you don't, mortality is only a horror.

And having a place that genuinely feels like your home can seem as essential to a person as water to a fish.

When we define ourselves, when I define myself, the place in which I am like you and the place in which I am not like you, I'm not excluding you from the joining - I'm broadening the joining.