Quotes About Belonging

We all were. We wanted to learn the warrior code." "Only because you wanted to be like ThunderClan," Needlepaw scoffed.

There is room for all tonight, a whispering breeze sang into Jaypaw's ears. The voices had come to welcome him. He wondered if they welcomed the others, too.

He's the only tom. Then this is Honeykit and Poppykit." She touched in turn a pale bracken-colored tabby and a tortoiseshell-and-white kit who looked like a tiny copy of Sorreltail. "And this is Cinderkit.

Really?" Stemleaf looked surprised. "Spotfur was the brightest part of my life." He gazed ahead thoughtfully. "Since I died, I've been surer of that than ever. I know it was easy for us to be together, but I think that if she'd belonged to another Clan, I would have chosen her." Bristlefrost blinked at him, surprised. "You'd have given up ThunderClan?" He shrugged. "Clans have many warriors, but you only love one cat.

I'm not Earth anymore." Anger hardened Tree's mew. "I named myself Tree after you sent me away.

I feel grown-up. I am no longer in the category with the children, I am one of the adults! And I love it! They have accepted me as an individual, as a personality, as an entity. I belong! I am important! I am somebody!

Why is life so difficult? Why can't we be just ourselves and have everyone accept us the way we are?

Dejar la tierra. La tierra de uno. Los árboles y avenidas. El olor del cardamomo y los keftes de espinada. Los sonidos de la infancia que todavía se alojan debajo de la cama y en algunas esquinas; los rincones consentidos de casa. La alberca en la que aprendí a nadar. La reja que imaginó mi primer beso. Las calles de mi barrio, tan bien trazadas.

These spider webs are my home now

The childhood foods that we ache for are very specific to the place and the time where we grew up.

Love is ownership. We own whom we love. The universe is God's because he loves.

A childless man is like a loose engine in a ship. A man must be bolted and screwed to the community before he can work well for its advancement; and there are no such screws and bolts as children.

everyone's father or mother or child

Home, to many of the people I interviewed, is a good, comfortable feeling about the place where they live, and a sense that their place is going to be theirs for a while....Home is any place, any experience that feeds his soul "in some positive way".

What you've made here is a complete neighborhood." Pauline mused. "You might live in it without ever needing to leave it for anything, couldn't you?

My Dad says that being a Londoner has nothing to do with where you're born. He says that there are people who get off a jumbo jet at Heathrow, go through immigration waving any kind of passport, hop on the tube and by the time the train's pulled into Piccadilly Circus they've become a Londoner.

For a certain generation of African immigrants cleaning offices became part of the culture like male circumcision and supporting Arsenal.

All your cases, I thought, do not belong to us.

you can live somewhere for years, and your neighbours will only ever hear you as a newcomer, but go home and your friends say, Oh you' ve got such an accent . . . But

Hannah's Oberlin friends, a gaggle of food-co-op-looking people, came up and hugged me one by one.

I felt lonely, and in full possession of my loneliness. It was the first time I had owned anything of value.

When I'm with you, I am in the light where I cannot be found." The year ended. The last year in which Michael Jackson was alive on earth ended. We celebrated the new year. He remained in the light where he could not be found.

In a brilliant lecture written in 1944, C. S. Lewis described the fatal British obsession with the 'inner ring', the belief that somewhere, just beyond reach, is an exclusive group holding real power and influence, which a certain sort of Englishman constantly aspires to find and join.

why do you think poseurs pose? Because they want to be invited to the dominion of the real, an almost magical zone of unselfed sensation, and they know their very desire for it disqualifies them. Consider that, the next time you cluck your tongue at some awful, grandiose fake. Dude just wants to feel.