Quotes About Belonging

He looked me right in the eyes and slowly touched his nose to mine, stealing my heart and halting my breath. I held him close and he purred a tiny kitten purr that told me he belonged there.

Is there any encouragement from belonging to Christ? Any comfort from his love? Any fellowship together in the Spirit? Are your hearts tender and compassionate? Then make me truly happy by agreeing wholeheartedly with each other, loving one another, and working together with one mind and purpose. Philippians 2:1–2, NLT

It was a long time since he'd been one of a group. He had friends again.

The heart cry of every human and the lifestyle of every follower of Jesus Christ is an overwhelming need for community.

Identity always precedes behavior. What you need is someone to come alongside you and help you remember who you are and to whom you belong.

In our hearts we know that with a different fate, we, too, could be in the ranks of the dispossessed, stripped of our identities and belonging nowhere. The refugee becomes a sinister symbol of what can quickly happen once personhood is denied and people are transformed into disposable units of contemptible impediments to the greed or power-mongering of others.

I was always the new kid in school, I'm the kid from a broken family, I'm the kid who had no dad showing up at the father-son stuff, I'm the kid that was using food stamps at the grocery store.

Just feeling a little out of place, Doctor,' said Jamon. 'Indeed, some small part of me wonders if I'll ever be in place. Well, not actually a place as such, but you'll understand what I mean. Traveller is what I am, my place being forever that of a stranger on any world, in my own small way – but with the Engines of the Empire being destroyed as we speak, that life is no more.

Every child deserves a home and love. Period.

As it happens, I look at that picture, and damn, he looks like family to me, too. But I know I would only be trolled on

being white is not about skin color, but security. It means you are protected because you are a member of the majority culture.

You don't have a home until you leave it and then, when you have left it, you never can go back.

So in Christ we, though many, form one body, and each member belongs to all the others. Romans 12:5

I am, I flatter myself, completely a citizen of the world. In my travels through Holland, Germany, Switzerland, Italy, Corsica, France, I never felt myself from home.

I can feel me again. And I fix what's been broken in me all along... I don't want to imagine hiding on the moon or being on some space adventure in the stars anymore. This is the world I want to live in. Right here. With him. Because for the first time in my life, being in Web's arms, I feel free.

It seems that I always am and always have been an outsider. I've never really fit in. I was always too religious for my rowdy friends—they thought I was unbelievably hung up—and too rowdy for my religious friends—they were always praying for me.

Half the people in that stadium [LSU's Tiger Stadium] can't spell LSU. It doesn't matter. They identify with it.

citizens of the pale

He felt empty and lost like he didn't belong anywhere.

I like how you call me Tom." Teresa rolled her eyes. "That's your name, isn't it?" "Yeah, but most people call me Thomas. Well, except Newt – he calls me Tommy. Tom makes me feel … like I'm at home or something. Even though I don't know what home is." He let out a bitter laugh. "Are we messed up or what?

There was nothing in common, in the way he was lying, with any of the positions I had seen him in while he was alive, until I remembered the pose by the river in which I had most wanted to kill him. He now had that same relaxed, enjoying look of belonging anywhere he happened to be, and particularly in the woods.

Dead people belong to the live people who claim them most obsessively.

The Meadow... Only one of them succeeded in making a life here... He weathered. Before a backdrop of natural beauty, he lived a life from which everything was taken but a place. He lived so close to the real world it almost let him in.

If you forgive people enough, you belong to them, and they to you, whether either person likes it or not - squatter's rights of the heart