Quotes About Belonging

Unity must be of the mind and heart, a sense of belonging together and of facing together those who attack it.

Churchgoers are like coals in a fire. When they cling together, they keep the flame aglow; when they separate, they die out.

Writers, as they gain success, feel like outsiders because writers don't come together in real groups.

We are a diverse country, but we are one country. And we are at our best when we come together as Americans, not despite our differences, but in celebration of them.

There must be some deep psychological reason why we turn so instinctively toward home at this special time. . . . A place where every day will be Christmas, with everybody there together. At home.

Customs tell a man who he is, where he belongs, what he must do. Better illogical customs than none; men cannot live together without them.

Yet it could be no one else but him. There was a certain feeling about being with Christopher that she had forgotten, a feeling of safeness, of rightness.

It was a pang of envy, perhaps. They were family. He was the outsider. Always the outsider.

And you are all the home I will ever long for . . . Now and for the rest of my life even if I do not see you again after tonight.

Tal vez las familias no siempre rechazan. Tal vez al menos a veces abren los brazos para acoger. Tal vez a veces se puede confiar en el amor.

One look at her had brought on that familiar sensation of homecoming.

But she had smiled and reached out her hands for his—had he held his own out first? He could not remember. All the world had been reaching out to him, and he had taken her hands in his and known he was at home again.

Family, all those people who had some connection with one another, however slight, was of such huge importance to one's well-being. It gave one identity and a sense of belonging. It was the answer to loneliness and any sense of disconnection with the world one inevitably felt at times.

This is your home, but it is mine no longer. I have to find my own place.

Algunas cosas pertenecían al corazón de cada cual.

Home, he said softly. If there is a more beautiful word in any language, I do not know it.

Home...if there is a more beautiful word in any language, I do not know it.

I want to belong with someone. I want to feel at the center of something, and not the edge. I want children and grandchildren. I don't want to grow old and die, knowing that when I die, there will be no more like me.

Now, finally, he was in a place where none of that made any difference, where he was simply an Earthman. Only here had he come to understand that he was not a battleground—to be divided and conquered by his grandparents—but a garden, where each person who'd contributed to his existence longed to see that something of themselves had taken root and grown. For

On Earth, her son would have been a tragedy, but here in the forest, protected by the watchful gaze of a hundred fathers, all the children were safe, damaged or whole, quick or halt. No one was discarded as too broken or too odd. Imperfection was permitted in Trucha Sai, the only place on Rakhat where this was so. The Runa asked nothing of Isaac. They did not judge him and find him wanting.

Maybe if I sat among these happy people, their lives would rub off on mine

i only know how to exist when i'm wanted.

Think of yourself as being loved, because you are.

EVERY DOG'S STORY I have a bed, my very own. It's just my size. And sometimes I like to sleep alone with dreams inside my eyes. But sometimes dreams are dark and wild and creepy and I wake and am afraid, though I don't know why. But I'm no longer sleepy and too slowly the hours go by. So I climb on the bed where the light of the moon is shining on your face and I know it will be morning soon. Everybody needs a safe place.