Quotes About Belonging

He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.

You are only free when you realize you belong no place - you belong every place - no place at all. The price is high. The reward is great.

If the pretties were expected to make the supreme sacrifice in order to 'belong,' what could the unattractive female do?

The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher, The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher. They all hear The speaking of the Tree. They hear the first and last of every Tree Speak to humankind today. Come to me, here beside the River. Plant yourself beside the River.

I believe that there lives a burning desire in the most sequestered private heart of every American, a desire to belong to a great country. I believe that every citizen wants to stand on the world stage and represent a noble country where the mighty do not always crush the weak and the dream of a democracy is not the sole possession of the strong.

My name had lost its ring of familiarity and I had to be nudged to go and receive my diploma.

The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.

First we became friendly, then we became sister friends. When she finally told me I was her daughter, I knew I had found home. Sitting

one can never leave home...one carries the shadows, the dreams, the dragons of home under one's skin, at the extreme corners of one's eyes...

Thomas Wolfe warned in the title of America's great novel that you can't go home again. I enjoyed the book but I never agreed with the title. I believe that one can never leave home. I believe that one carries the shadows, the dreams, the fears and dragons of home under one's skin, at the extreme corners of one's eyes and possibly in the gristle of the earlobe.

I was always yours to have. You were always mine. We have loved each other in and out of time.

I wanted to be a woman, but that seemed to me to be a world to which I was to be eternally refused entrance. What I needed was a boyfriend. A boyfriend would clarify my position to the world and, even more important, to myself. A boyfriend's acceptance of me would guide me into that strange and exotic land of frills and femininity.

She was our mother and belonged to us. She was never mentioned to anyone because we simply didn't have enough of her to share.

Se crescer é doloroso para a garota negra do sul, estar ciente do seu não pertencimento é a ferrugem na navalha que ameaça a garganta. É um insulto desnecessário.

The eggs had withdrawn from the edge of the platter to bunch in the center like children left out in the cold. And the catheads had sat down on themselves with the conclusiveness of a fat woman sitting in an easy chair.

I believe that there lives a burning desire in the most sequestered private heart of every American, a desire to belong to a great counter.

He could not make Arkansas fit his soul's desolation.

Family isn't always blood. It's the people in your life who want you in theirs. The ones who accept you for who you are. The ones who would do anything to see you smile, and who love you no matter what.

People were those who lived on my side of town. I didn't like them all, or, in fact, any of them very much, but they were people. These others, the strange pale creatures that lived in their alien unlife, weren't considered Folks.

The unquestioning acceptance by my peers had dislodged the familiar insecurity.

I was young, yes, unmarried, yes - but I was a mother, and that placed me nearer to the people.

I believe that one can never leave home. I believe that one carries the shadows, the dreams, the fears and dragons of home under one's skin, at the extreme corners of one's eyes and possibly in the gristle of the earlobe.

I am convinced that most people do not grow up [...] I think what we do is mostly grow old. We carry accumulation of years in our bodies and on our faces, but generally our real selves, the children inside, are still innocent and shy as magnolias. We may act sophisticated and worldly but I believe we feel safest when we go inside ourselves and find home, a place where we belong and maybe the only place we really do.

Great art belongs to all people, all the time—indeed it is made for the people by the people.