Quotes About Belonging

I was always a wrestling fan, and being an Arab kid who grew up in Canada, there was no representation for people like me.

Through wrestling, my second home was Fort Myers, Florida.

I think it's important to show in the 21st century that if you're gay, lesbian, trans, whatever, that you should feel just as welcome to be a wrestling fan as anyone else. You're welcome in the space.

When I got to Florida, I was a British kid, but I was also an Indian kid: a brown kid with an English accent. Talk about being an outsider. And that's become the theme of a lot of the stuff I write about.

I wanted to write about extended family systems. You have people you can fall back on, and it's good. But what if you don't fit into what is expected of you?

Here I am, where I ought to be. A writer must have a place where he or she feels this, a place to love and be irritated with.

When a writer knows home in his heart, his heart must remain subtly apart from it.

Coming from Canada, being a writer and Jewish as well, I have impeccable paranoia credentials.

I didn't really want to be part of a clique or a niche. But I also was looking for my own voice, as a writer, y'know? And a world I could call my own.

I am neither an Occidental writer nor a Russian writer. I am an accidental writer.

Some Native American writers enjoy being called Native American writers.

I belong to a specific category of writers, those who speak and write in a language different from that of their parents.

One writes to make a home for oneself, on paper, in time and in others' minds.

Everybody is a regionalist. Tolstoy is a regionalist - one is where one lives, where one writes.

It's problematic being an Arab who writes in Hebrew.

I belong to the Russian language. As to the state, from my point of view, the measure of a writer's patriotism is not oaths from a high platform, but how he writes in the language of the people among whom he lives.

Everyone has a right to love the land that gave them the things they need to live. It gives them beauty to look at, and food to eat, and neighbors to bicker with and then eventually to marry. But I think... that your own devotion to your familiar homeland should inspire you to allow other people to embrace their homelands as beautiful too.

Maybe the definition of home is the place where you are never forgiven, so you may always belong there, bound by guilt. And maybe the cost of belonging is worth it.

He had thought love as a policy made a lot of sense for those who could manage it, and anyone who could manage it belonged in religious life. The rest of us have to struggle with more ordinary love, the common or garden variety: love as a crippling condition. Love as a syndrome.

I have so few choices, really, if I can't get myself back home. Maybe that's what growing up means, in the end—you go out far enough in the direction of—somewhere—and you realize that you've neutered the capacity of the term home to mean anything.

Talvez a definição de lar seja o local onde você nunca é perdoado, então você sempre vai se encaixar lá, presa pela culpa. E talvez o custo de pertencer a algum lugar valha a pena.

Maybe the definition of home is the place where you are never forgiven, so you may always belong there, bound by guilt.

We are all migrants. We are exiled from the place where meaning meant something.

Anyone who can be home anywhere really has no home at all.