Quotes About Belonging

I spent all night working on it, and I hope Patrick likes it as much as I do. Especially the second side. I hope it's the kind of second side that he can listen to whenever he drives alone and feel like he belongs to something whenever he's sad. I hope it can be that for him.

You ever think Charlie, that our group is the same as any other group like a football team? And the only real difference between us is what we wear and why we wear it?

I hope it's the kind of second side that he can listen to whenever he drives alone and feel like he belongs to something whenever he's sad. I hope it can be that for him.

Some kids look at me strange in the hallways because I don't decorate my locker,...

You're a freak, you know that? You've always been a freak. Everyone says so. They always have. I'm trying not to be.

Then, Patrick pointed at me, and said something to Bob. He's something, isn't he? Bob nodded his head. Patrick then said something I don't think I'll ever forget. Hes a wallflower. And Bob really nodded his head. And the whole room nodded their head. And I started to feel nervous in the Bob way, but Patrick didn't let me get too nervous. He sat down next to me. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.

The nerds and the squids were one.

No recuerdo a dónde íbamos o de dónde veníamos, incluso no recuerdo la temporada, sólo recuerdo caminar en medio de los dos y sentir por primera vez que pertenecía a algún lugar.

I don't remember where we were walking to or where we were walking from. I don't even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere.

I hate you. My sister said it different than she said it to my dad. She meant it with me. She really did. I love you, was all I could say in return. You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have. I'm trying not to be.

And I just thought how great it was to have friends and a family.

I thought about Bill telling me I was special. And my sister saying she loved me. And my mom, too. And even my dad and brother when I was in the hospital. I thought about Patrick calling me his friend. And I thought about Sam telling me to do things. to really be there. And I just thought how great it was to have friends and a family.

To Charlie and the whole group said, to Charlie. I didn't know why they did that, but it was very special to me that they did. Especially Sam. Especially her.

I hope it's the kind of second side that he can listen to whenever he drives alone and feel like he belongs to something whenever he's sad.

After I said that, we all got quiet and sad. In the silence, I remembered this one time that I never told anybody about. The time we were walking. Just the three of us. And I was in the middle. I don't remember where we were walking to or where we were walking from. I don't even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere

In the hallways, I see the girls wearing guys' jackets, and I think about the idea of property.

I guess what I'm saying is that this all feels very familiar. But it's not mine to be familiar about.

As for leaving earth, the answer was universally no. "This is our home," one woman explained to the starship commander with tears running down her face. "Certainly we faced all the problems of immigrants, learning the language, earning a living, getting an education here that would qualify us for professional positions, but somehow we all did it. We became Americans, citizens of this planet.

It is unpleasant and disturbing to be rejected. It is deeply satisfying to be accepted.

The tribal belonging, the sexual association, the sense of party – these are what popular music offer, and they have always been exclusion zones for me. Partly because of my musical constipation – can't dance, can't join in the chorus – partly because of my sense of physical self, feeling a fool, tall, uncoordinated and gangly.

None of this is important in itself, but I feel somewhere that it has a lot to do with why I have always felt separate, why I have always felt unable to join in, to let go, to become part of the tribe, why I have always sniped or joked from the sidelines, why I have never, ever, lost my overwhelmingly self-conscious self-consciousness.

We're from where we're from," she says back. "Scars are part of the deal, aren't they?

It would not be much of a universe if it wasn't home to the people you love.

But it would be an empty universe indeed if it were not for the people I love, and who love me. Without them, the wonder of it all would be lost on me