Quotes About Belonging

They explained to me that this is simply an affliction of age. The older you get the more it seems the world belongs to other people.

Mark was still explaining. "You see, what it does is this: it gives violence a purpose. It makes us somebody. Because we're not doing it for ourselves. We're doing it for something greater—for us. The violence is for the lads.

It must grieve the Holy Spirit when a group or a family or a church communicates "not welcome" to those who desperately long for a place at the table.

The Holy Spirit lives inside you and repeatedly whispers, "Have confidence—you're part of God's family now.

Jesus' mission is most affirmed when wanderers come home.

I'm related to people I don't relate to.

To me, music was about being accepted and escaping from this crummy existence

There ain't no island left for islanders like me.

Nicholas, your people have come home.

This dog is mine, said those poor children; that is my place in the sun. Here is the beginning and the image of the usurpation of all the earth.

What was a foreigner, anyway? Is the place you're born the only place you really belong? At what point do you stop being from away and start being from here?

I was born very far from where I'm supposed to be, and so I'm on my way home.

I was born very far from where I'm supposed to be so I'm on my way home.

You're born with the wrong names, wrong parents. I mean, that happens. You call yourself what you want to call yourself. This is the land of the free.

Let us all be from somewhere.

He says, "Don't be afraid, because I have saved you. I have called you by name, and you are mine.

Still more than by the communion of souls, they were united by the abyss that separated them from the rest of the world.

For as long as he could remember he had never ceased to wonder why, having arms and legs like everyone else, and a language and way of life common to all, one could be different from the others, liked only by few and, moreover, loved by no one.

For as long as he could remember he had never ceased to wonder why, having arms and legs like everyone else, and a language and a way of life common to all, one could be different from the others, liked only by few and, moreover, loved by no one.

Pam described herself as the person in fifth grade who got left behind when her friends got popular.

Even in the midst of all this commotion she knows none of it really belongs to her, and marvels at the strange fact of her dearest wish: to be part of it, to give in to it's distractions, to find herself the owner of a life lived rather than a life endured. And then she looks into the face of Mother #3, worn smooth and almost featureless, with moist eyes that can't seem to settle on anything for more than a heartbeat at a time, and she knows this is a very dangerous wish.

But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.

But it is the same with all of us. In familiar surroundings our manners are cheerful and easy, but only transport us to places where we know no one and no one knows us, and Lord! how uncomfortable we become!

If I leave, then the House will have no Inhabitant and how will I bear the thought of it Empty?