Quotes About Belonging

Was heißt denn Volk? Sind Christ und Jude eher Christ und Jude, als Mensch? Ah! Wenn ich einen mehr in Euch gefunden hätte, dem es genügt, ein Mensch zu heißen!

When will my country die for me?

I say that home is where there is a chair and a glass.

He felt the loyalty we feel to unhappiness - the sense that is where we really belong.

He had thought that home was something one possessed, but the things one had possessed were cursed with change; it was what one didn't possess that remained the same and welcomed him.

One can go back to one's own home after a year's absence and immediately the door closes it is as if one had never been away. Or one can go back after a few hours and everything is so changed that one is a stranger.

Then he allowed himself to strike, like his childhood hero Allan Quatermain, off on that long slow underground stream which bore him on toward the interior of the dark continent where he hoped that he might find a permanent home, in a city where he could be accepted as a citizen, as a citizen without any pledge of faith, not the City of God or Marx, but the city called Peace of Mind.

As one grows old I think one becomes more attached to family things- to houses and graves.

But it wasn't the small Ministry to which Johns had referred, with limited aims like winning a war or changing a constitution. It was a Ministry as large as life to which all who loved belonged. If one loved one feared.

I had seen the flowers on her dress beside the canals in the north, she was indigenous like a herb, and I never wanted to go home.

Oh, and there was pride, of course. It takes a long time before we cease to feel proud of being wanted. Though God knows why we should feel it, when we look around and see who is wanted too.

Aimer à loisir, Aimer et mourir Au pays qui te ressemble.

Pain belongs to you as happiness never does.

It was as if she were accumulating evidence that she had friends like other people.

The first colours touched the garden, deep green and then deep red – transience was my pigmentation; my roots would never go deep enough anywhere to make me a home or make me secure with love.

He felt the loyalty we feel to unhappiness - the sense that it is where we really belong.

This is what we are: a collection stories that we share, in common. This is what we are to each other.

He was no longer an orphan, but finding out who his real father was made him feel as if he were standing naked in an icy wind, at night, with no shelter - a wind that would never stop blowing until the day he died

yet he [Levon] somehow sings with the wounded humanity of a man without a tribe, a man who has known both love and grief and understands that one is the price of the other.

Frost's "The Death of the Hired Man" ran through his overheated brain: Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.

That was, he thought, what he wanted most of all. Not to be alone.

The problem had to be with him, FN-2187 thought. That was the only explanation. It was what everyone had been saying all along, after all. He was different. Maybe he was so different he was broken. So he would work to fix it, to be a real stormtrooper, to be one of them. That was, he thought, what he wanted most of all. Not to be alone.

Beth sent on comm, "Guests? We're immigrants. This is some kind of entrance exam?

That's how we keep this crazy place together - with the heart. Two hundred fuckin' languages, and a billion people. India is the heart. It's the heart that keeps us together. There's no place with people like my people, Lin. There's no heart like the Indian heart.