Quotes About Belonging

Be yourself and the right people will love you.

I was always in places where I was widely accepted, approved and loved and I was finally in a place where people did not approve of me, did not accept me and did not love me. It was killing me.

I'm proud to be an American. I'm proud to be an African American in America. I've had some interesting experiences: some great, some not so great, but I love it here.

Every time I come to Auburn it's nothing but love

Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop

Belonging. Togetherness. These words are as complicated and confusing as the word love. It's probably all the same thing. Or it would be if we let it be. I can only guess from observation.

Love is saying yes to belonging.

Someone loves us all.

In the rearview mirror I could see the front of the house, the bottom corners of the living room picture window, the line where the stone foundation gave way to staggered red bricks. My entire life, the sum total of my existence, was contained behind that wall, and it seemed to me that I should be able to step out of the car, walk through the front door, and simply reclaim it.

I'm living in separate universes, and I have no idea where I actually belong.

Eventually, with success, I started to feel more and more isolated - like I didn't have a community of artists.

In the West, we have been withdrawing from our tradition-, religion- and even nation-centred cultures, partly to decrease the danger of group conflict. But we are increasingly falling prey to the desperation of meaninglessness, and that is no improvement at all.

Here's the fundamental problem: group identity can be fractionated right down to the level of the individual. That sentence should be written in capital letters. Every person is unique—and not just in a trivial manner: importantly, significantly, meaningfully unique. Group membership cannot capture that variability. Period.

group identity can be fractionated right down to the level of the individual.

Here's the fundamental problem: group identity can be fractionated right down to the level of the individual.

When you dare aspire upward, you reveal the inadequacy of the present and the promise of the future. Then you disturb others, in the depths of their souls, where they understand that their cynicism and immobility are unjustifiable. You play Abel to their Cain. You remind them that they ceased caring not because of life's horrors, which are undeniable, but because they do not want to lift the world up on to their shoulders, where it belongs.

Cada persona es única y no solo de forma trivial, única de una forma importante, significativa y llena de significado. La pertenencia a un grupo no puede captar tal variabilidad. Y punto.

would inevitably provide him with an insulting nickname. They called me Howdy-Doody, after I was accepted as a crew member (something I am still slightly embarrassed to admit). When I asked the originator why he chose that

Gee, I wasn't as up on my Native American traditions as the chick who used to call herself Faun fucking Windsong even though she was fifteen sixteenths as lily-white as me. Imagine that.

I've never liked the word team . I've always equated it with being picked last and getting nailed in the groin with a dodgeball.

El ser humano que olvida sus tradiciones está condenado a perderse a sí mismo, sin raíces, sin un código, sin nada a que aferrarse.

La verdad es que mientras más enojado estoy con este país y más lejos viajo, más mexicano me siento.

You have wings, I have roots.

Because you can be happy elsewhere, because you are not made for suffering, because you would hate your country if some day you were to find yourself outcast for her sake, and to hate one's own country is the greatest of misfortunes.