Quotes About Belonging

Is it wrong for me to love my own? Is it wicked for me because my skin is red? Because I am Sioux? Because I was born where my father lived? Because I would die for my people and my country?

I like to see a home like this, a home connected with people's thoughts and work, things they love.

Maybe the purpose of being here, wherever we are, is to increase the durability and occasions of love among and between peoples.

The essence of love is that what is ours should belong to someone else. Feeling the joy of someone else as joy within ourselves-that is loving.

We must go back to teach Europeans to love Europe.

I was made and meant to look for you and wait for you and become yours forever.

To love is to return to a home we never left, to remember who we are.

I consider myself a product of Alaska. The love and the debt that I feel to my home state, you always want your hometown to be the proudest of you.

That to me is happiness when I feel like I am loved and I have a place to love deeply. That to me is happiness.

I think humans are driven by othering people, by defining themselves by who they are not and who is different from them. Human beings are in love with othering.

My kids love Ibiza and we feel committed to it because we keep coming back to the same area. People recognise us in shops now and we have a social life here. We cook at home and have friends around.

Those who have a strong sense of love and belonging have the courage to be imperfect.

Home is wherever we are if there's love here too

In short, liturgies make us certain kinds of people, and what defines us is what we love.

I might be collecting wheely bins in 12 months time but at least they'll be wheely bins outside back gates that I know, in a part of the country that I love. There's no place like home!

I really love connecting people, creating communities. As a kid, creation was something that I always loved.

I've spent lots of time in London, I studied in London, I like London. It's just not my home.

You know, you spend your whole life feeling like you don't quite fit in anywhere. And then you walk into a room one day, whether it's at university or an office or some kind of club, and you just go, 'Ah. There they are.' And suddenly you feel at home.

The only thing Jess really cared about were those two children and letting them know they were okay. Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you had your mother at your back, you'd be okay. Some deep-rooted part of you would know you were loved. That you deserved to be loved.

She just wasn't sure she had yet been to the place she was homesick for.

You always have one foot in two places. You can never be truly happy because, from the moment you leave, you are two selves, and wherever you are one half of you is always calling to the other.

Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you still had your mother or father at your back, you'd be okay. Some deep-rooted part of you would know you were loved. That you deserved to be loved.

I remembered Agnes's words: that we who traveled far from home would always have our hearts in two places. I placed my hand on the candlewick bedspread. And, finally, I wept.

Lo que sé es esto: nadie lo consigue todo. Y nosotras las inmigrantes lo sabemos mejor que nadie. Tienes siempre un pie en cada sitio. Nunca puedes ser feliz del todo porque cuando marchas te partes en dos y dondequiera que vayas una mitad está siempre llamando a la otra. Ese es el precio, Louisa. El precio a pagar por quienes somos. Tomó un sorbo de su vaso y