Quotes About Belonging

If magic does not have friends in Yorkshire where may we find them?

am the Beloved Child of the House,' I said.

I have to consider the needs of the Biscuit-Box Man – and the Folded-Up Child – and the People of the Alcove. They only have me to take care of them. They are in unfamiliar surroundings and may feel disconcerted. I have to return them to their appointed places.

What does the sign say?" " Ã¢â'¬ËœIf you lived here, you'd be home now.' Ã¢â'¬Â She clenched her hands with excitement. "See, every day people will drive past and read that sign and think, 'Yeah, if I lived here I'd be home now,' and I will be home. Motherfuckers.

He would take refuge in a homey understanding of Faroese ways only to be slapped back to an uncomfortable position as an American by some terrible smell: uncomfortable because he could no more now imagine himself standing at an oak door with a brass knocker, wearing a tie and holding a bottle of Médoc, than he could picture eating rotten meat. He was floating around in cultural hyperspace; nothing felt right.

Qué mezquina necedad pensar que los lazos de sangre son los más importantes! ¡Qué cerrazón mediocre considerar que el sexo es lo que de verdad une a las personas!

Perdute le radici della propria cultura si cerca di rattoppare con le esistenze passate il grigiore e l'incertezza del presente.

Wholeness feels like gratitude. Gratitude that we are safe and happy and together. And for that, I must thank equally the foxes and the weasels, the tigers and the crocodiles. For the peace of the barnyard, I am grateful to the dangers and jaws of the jungle. For the belonging that is home, I can thank, in part, the exile that is travel. Though they seem like opposites, they are more like twins—two halves of a whole.

There wasn't a second that passed when you weren't on my mind. You own me, Eva. Wherever I am, whatever I'm doing, I belong to you.

I'd wait forever for you, as long as you're mine.

If I owned Gideon, he possessed me. I couldn't imagine belonging to anyone else.

Go home, Gideon. Please. I am home. He caught me from behind and buried his face in mu soaked hair. I'm with you.

He didn't see in himself what I saw— a generous soul who wanted so much to belong to something greater than himself. He didn't recognize what a miracle he was. When he didn't know what to do in a given situation, he let instinct and his heart take over. Despite all he'd been through, he had such an amazing capacity to feel and to love. He'd saved me, in so many ways. I was going to do whatever needed to be done to save him, too.

Eva: there's so much out there for you. You just don't know it yet. gideon: I don't need anything else. I get out of bed every morning and face the world because you're in it. Because of you, the world makes sense to me in a way it didn't before. I have a place now. WITH YOU

Por ti, el mundo cobra un sentido para mí que no tenia antes. Ahora ocupo un lugar, contigo. De pronto comprendí por qué había trabajado tan duro, por qué había tenido un éxito tan enorme siendo tan joven. Había luchado para buscar su lugar en el mundo, para ser algo mas que un intruso.

She was every promise, every hope, every fantasy a man could have. And she was mine.

You own me, Eva. Wherever I am, whatever I'm doing, I belong to you.

No puedo dejar de ser quien soy y no quiero que tú lo hagas tampoco. Sólo quiero que seamos lo que somos... juntos.

Because of you, the world makes sense to me in a way it didn't before. I have a place now, with you.

A pesar de que tiene dos lenguas, el bilingüe habla como si siempre le faltara algo, en permanente estado de necesidad.

Los ejemplos que recuerdo, como se verá, remiten (o re-tornan) a la casa, a la cuchara y a la olla; remiten a lo casero, aunque las lenguas del sujeto bilingüe nunca lo son. La mezcla, el ir y venir, el switching pertenece al dominio de lo unheimliche que es, precisamente, lo que sacude la fundación de la casa.

Quiérase o no, siempre se es bilingüe desde una lengua, aquella en la que uno se aposenta primero, siquiera provisoriamente, aquella en la que uno se reconoce.

I think I may well be a Jew.

I would like to write a symbolic allegory about a person who would not assert her will and communicate with others, but who always believed she was unaccepted, and apart.