Quotes About Belonging

Poem of the One World This morning the beautiful white heron was floating along above the water and then into the sky of this the one world we all belong to where everything sooner or later is a part of everything else which thought made me feel for a little while quite beautiful myself.

If you're John Muir you want trees to live among. If you're Emily, a garden will do. Try to find the right place for yourself. If you can't find it, at least dream of it. When one is alone and lonely, the body gladly lingers in the wind or the rain, or splashes into the cold river, or pushes through the ice-crusted snow. Anything that touches. God, or the gods, are invisible, quite understandable. But holiness is visible, entirely.

I believed in the world. Oh, I wanted to be easy in the peopled kingdoms, to take my place there, but there was none that I could find shaped like me.

Try to find the right place for yourself. If you can't find it, at least dream of it.

whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh & exciting - over & over announcing your place in the family of things

The point is, you're you, and that's for keeps.

If you're John Muir you want trees to live among. If you're Emily, a garden will do. Try to find the right place for yourself.

Have you stood, staring out over the swamps, the swirling rivers where the birds like tossing fires flash through the trees, their bodies exchanging a certain happiness in the sleek, amazing humdrum of nature's design — blood's heaven, spirit's haven, to which you cannot belong?

She can't see herself apart from the rest of the world or the world from what she must do every spring. Crawling up the high hill, luminous under the sand that has packed against her skin, she doesn't dream, she knows she is a part of the pond she lives in, the tall trees are her children, the birds that swim above her are tied to her by an unbreakable string.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting— over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

Try to find the right place for yourself. If you can't find it, at least dream of it.

Although I may not be yours, I can never be another's.

When I looked around, I saw and heard of none like me. Was I then a monster, a blot upon the earth, from which all men fled, and whom all men disowned?

I clung to my ferocious habits, yet half despised them; I continued my war against civilization, and yet entertained a wish to belong to it.

I had rather be with you, he said, in your solitary rambles, than with these Scotch people, whom I do not know: hasten then, my dear friend, to return, that I may again feel myself somewhat at home, which I cannot do in your absence.

I am by birth a Genevese

We will be monsters, alone in the world, but we will have each other.

És cert que serem monstres, separats de tot el món; però per això mateix ens sentirem més units l'un a l'altre.

Não pertenço à civilização do Livro e do Ódio. É dentro do coração que os meus guardarão minha memória, sem necessidade de grafia alguma. É dentro da cabeça. Em seu coração e em sua cabeça.

Because they saved me from myself, they rescued me from my loneliness. They were the first to accept me for who I am. They're my friends. -Naruto Uzumaki

She sometimes thought of herself as a sort of extraterritorial patriot: given a country, she would be proud, and given a uniform, she would serve. Instead, she was given Russia, which filled her heart with despair and her mind with the idea that life was not worth living.

Sometimes just to say your own truth out loud is enough to find others like you.

Maybe love is just about finding the person you can be your weird self with.

it doesn't feel like home—more like a strange, wildly expensive sleepaway camp for pseudoadults.