Quotes About Belonging

Perhaps if she were to live with a homey type of family they could introduce her to "the right sort of people.

Their motto must be "Whiter and whiter every generation," until the grandchildren of the blue veins could easily go over into the white race and become assimilated so that problems of race would plague them no more.

"I celebrate myself, and what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease... observing a spear of summer grass."

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,And what I assume you shall assume,For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.I loafe and invite my soul,I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

I know I'm tired of thinking about what I should have done yesterday. I know I'm just tired. If I knew what to do with my life, how to fix it up, I would have done it a long time ago. You can't dig that? You think I want to live like I'm somebody's throwaway?

They are an ordered, more or less consistent picture of the world, to which our habits, our tastes, our capacities, our comforts and our hopes have adjusted themselves. They may not be a complete picture of the world, but they are a picture of a possible world to which we are adapted. In that world people and things have their well-known places, and do certain expected things. We feel at home there. We fit in. We

Y no podemos, porque el fenómeno humano se forja precisamente en la relación con los otros: los demás son el caldo de cultivo donde se cristaliza nuestra identidad. No podemos renunciar al prójimo.

El individuo ha luchado siempre para no ser absorbido por la tribu. Si lo intentas, a menudo estarás solo y a veces asustado. Pero ningún precio es demasiado alto por el privilegio de ser uno mismo. FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE

Participo de la vida social e incluso con el bien común, pero siendo YO. Así, con mayúsculas.

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,Who never to himself hath said,This is my own, my native land!Whose heart hath neer within him burnd,As home his footsteps he hath turnd,From wandering on a foreign strand!

Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.

a gentle, permanent reality that was in him like his bones or his heart, that made him seem like an everlasting part of things.

Everybody heard the gospel in their own language: you have a place.

Good leaders make people feel that they're at the very heart of things, not at the periphery. Everyone feels that he or she makes a difference to the success of the organization. When that happens people feel centered and that gives their work meaning.

Good leaders make people feel that they're at the very heart of things, not at the periphery.

At the end of the day, it isn't where I came from. Maybe home is somewhere I'm going and never have been before.

All now was hurry and bustle. The meeting of acquaintances-- the greetings of friends-- the consultations of men of business. I alone was solitary and idle. I had no friend to meet, no cheering to receive. I stepped upon the land of my forefathers-- but felt that I was stranger in the land.

I must first have the sense of God's possession of me before I can have the sense of His presence with me.

Don't be concerned if it's nothing you can point to and say, 'That is the church.' You are the church. Don't be afraid to live in that reality.

I mention Jackie mostly because I want to be assured that I inhabit the same universe as other people; that I am not alone on a distant shore. Jackie glues me to this world—most effectively when I can find a way to mention her name or her attributes, when I can find a pretext, however frail, to introduce her into a conversation, even at the risk of non sequitur, bathos, or incoherence.

All of a sudden I didn't fit in anywhere. Not at school, not at home...and every time I turned around, another person I'd known forever felt like a stranger to me. Even I felt like a stranger to me.

Healing is impossible in loneliness; it is the opposite of loneliness. Conviviality is healing. To be healed we must come with all the other creatures to the feast of Creation. (pg.99, "The Body and the Earth")

The power of a sports team in a community it's almost indescribable.