Quotes About Belonging

I tried for so long to belong, to be as they needed me to be. Now I wish to be myself.

You are my everlasting home. Don't you ever be afraid. I am enough. We are enough.

I'd chosen the regret I could live with best, that's all. I'd chosen the life I belonged to.

Where do you come from?...This is the number one most-asked question in all of South Carolina. We want to know if you are one of us, if your cousin knows our cousin, if your little sister went to school with our big brother, if you go to the same Baptist church as our ex-boss. We are looking for ways our stories fit together.

I was not sorry for loving Charleston or for leaving it. Geography had made me who I was.

All my life, in nameless, indeterminate ways, I'd tried to complete my life with someone else--first my father, then Hugh, even Whit, and I didn't want that anymore. I wanted to belong to myself.

For a moment I felt the quiet hungering thing that comes inside when you return to the pale of your origins, and then the ache of mis-belonging.

This Mary I'm talking about sits in your heart all day long, saying, "Lily, you are my everlasting home. Don't you ever be afraid. I am enough. We are enough.

I longed for it in that excruciating way one has of romanticizing the life she didn't choose. But sitting here now, I knew if I'd accepted Israel's proposal, I would've regretted that, too. I'd chosen the regret I could live with best, that's all. I'd chosen the life I belonged to.

There was a feeling in me like rising water. It broke over me, finally, leaving behind the thing I knew, but didn't know. Nazareth had never been my home. Jesus had been my home.

That's when I got true religion. I didn't know to call it religion back then, didn't know Amen from what-when, I just knew something came into me that made me feel the water belonged to me. I would say, that's my water out there.

For a moment I felt the quiet hungering thing that comes inside when you return to the place of your origins, and then the ache of mis-belonging. It was beautiful, this place, and it was savage. It swallowed you and made you a part of itself, or if you proved to in assimilable, it spit you out like the pit of a plum.

I felt the quiet hungering thing that comes inside when you return to the place of your origins, and then the ache of mis-belonging.

I'd chosen the regret I could live with best, that's all. I'd chosen the life I belonged to. (Sarah Grimke's character)

I was gazing at a sea of waiting faces, and it occurred to me that after my tall, dazzling sister, I must've been a sight. Perhaps I was even a shock. I was short, middle-aged, and plain, with a tiny pair of spectacles on the end of my nose, and I still wore my old Quaker clothes. I was comfortable in them now. I'm who I am. The thought made me smile, and everywhere I looked, the women smiled back, and I imagined they understood what I was thinking.

I wondered how it was possible I had found words out there in the world but could lose them in the house where I was born--Sarah Grimke

For a moment I felt the quiet hungering thing that comes inside when you return to the place of your origins, and then the ache of mis-belonging. It was beautiful, this place, and it was savage. It swallowed you and made you a part of itself, or if you proved too inassimilable, it spit you out like the pit of a plum.

Mothergod, I have nothing to hold me. No place to be, inside or out. I need to find a container of support, a space where my journey can unfold.

In these last minutes, what did he most want to hear—that he'd been seen and heard in this world? That he'd accomplished what he'd set out to do? That he'd loved and been loved?

You must learn one thing. The world was made to be free in. Give up all the other worlds except the one to which you belong.

In these last minutes, what did he most want to hear-that he'd been seen and heard in this world? That he'd accomplished what he'd set out to do? That he'd loved and been loved?

Each Bombayite inhabits his own Bombay.

When you lose your home at a young age, you spend your life looking for its replacement.

She understood about the comfort you can get from a small separate world, whether it's a theatre or a basketball team or the inside of a book.