Quotes About Belonging

For a time I would feel I belonged still to a world of straightforward facts; but the feeling would not last long. Something would turn up to scare it away.

Everything belonged to him--but that was a trifle. The thing to know was what he belonged to, how many powers of darkness claimed him for their own.

I suppose everybody must be always just a little homesick.

Each blade of grass has its spot on earth whence it draws its life, its strength; and so is man rooted to the land from which he draws his faith together with his life.

Everything belonged to him—but that was a trifle. The thing was to know what he belonged to, how many powers of darkness claimed him for their own.

To cut oneself entirely from one's kind is impossible. To live in a desert one must be a saint.

But what I felt most was my being a stranger to the ship; and if all the truth must be told, I was somewhat of a stranger to myself.

You should have heard him say, 'My ivory.' Oh, yes, I heard him. 'My Intended, my ivory, my station, my river, my—' everything belonged to him. It made me hold my breath in expectation of hearing the wilderness burst into a prodigious peal of laughter that would shake the fixed stars in their places. Everything belonged to him—but that was a trifle. The thing was to know what he belonged to, how many powers of darkness claimed him for their own.

Originea sa cea mai direct? se afla în declaraÈ›ia c? era un rus. Orice aÈ™tepta el de la via?? urma s? i se dea, ori s? i se refuze, doar prin aceast? filiaÈ›ie. Imensa familie suferea acum din cauza disensiunilor interne, iar el se sustr?gea mental din diferend, aÈ™a cum orice om de bun-simÈ› s-ar abÈ›ine de la a lua partea cuiva într-o violent? ceart? de familie.

surely better to be a nation than to be mistreated by one." The Jews "are forced to be a 'nation' by the nationalism of the others

E piciorul meu. - Ba nu e deloc piciorul tau! replica sora Cramer. Acest picior apartine guvernului SUA.

Ameikh ami, ve'Elo-hai-ikh Elo-hai—Your people shall be my people, and your God my God.

New York doesn't leave a lot of time for pondering forks in the road. People who have paused to gather their wits often find themselves suddenly waking up in a cookie-cutter beige apartment in Hoboken. I will not ever leave New York. I don't know how long it takes to become a true New Yorker, but I assume that if I die here ... that would qualify me.

My people - before I was changed - they exchanged this as a sign of devotion. It's a Claddagh ring. The hands represent friendship; the crown represents loyalty... and the heart... Well, you know... Wear it with the heart pointing towards you. It means you belong to somebody. Like this.

Take my love, take my land Take me where I cannot stand I don't care, I'm still free You can't take the sky from me.

Home. Home is just a word. Thin on meaning. It's a word that can hold you hostage, keep you from living your life.

All for that welcome home dance, The most favorite of all-- when everyone finds their way back together to dance, eat and celebrate. And tell story after story of how they fought and played in the story wheel and how no one was ever really lost at all.

began to follow all of my thoughts and was surprised how many didn't belong to me. And how many had threads to ancestors, relatives, strangers, even plants, elements, and animals.

And why," she asked, "Do you call yourselves America? This hemisphere is one body, one person. She is America.

Our knowledge is based on the origin stories of land, genealogy and ancestors. If you know the branches of the tree of relationship between tribal clans and family members, then you know who you are, said the panther to its cubs.

I began to understand that poetry did not have to be ... of an English that was always lonesome for its homeland in Europe.

I have no more land. I am driven away from home, driven up the red waters, let us all go, let us all die together and somewhere upon the banks we will be there.

Only where there is life can there be home.

It was a very American story, somehow. 'Lost.' Each community had such stories. Possibly, each family.