Quotes About Belonging

Después de cuarenta años de españolismo franquista, la verdad es que vivimos y respiramos muy a gusto siendo sencillamente españoles.

I carry my roots with me all the time rolled up, I use them as my pilllow.

You don't have to have a home to get homesick. You just have to want one. The whole history of your wee planet is nothing but people looking for a home.

What I told you tonight - it isn't my story alone. It belongs to every Irish person living and dead. And every Irish person living and dead belongs to it. And to all the story of Ireland; blood and bones, legends, guns and dreams, Catholics, Protestants, England, horses and poets and lovers.

To have come from Ireland no matter how long ago is to be of Ireland in some part forever.

Humans live best when each has a place to stand, when each knows where he belongs in the scheme of things and what he may achieve. Destroy the place and you destroy the person.

Humans live best when each has his place, when each knows where he belongs in the scheme of things. Destroy the place and destroy the person.

No house should ever be on any hill or on anything. It should be of the hill, belonging to it, so hill and house could live together each the happier for the other.

It's not enough to be American. You always have to be something else, Irish-American, German-American, and you'd wonder how they'd get along if someone hadn't invented the hyphen

Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie under them, too, don't I? I'm just like a pile of leaves. — Frank O'Hara, from "Meditations in an Emergency," Meditations in an Emergency . (Grove Press; Reissue edition April 1, 1996) Originally published 1957.

Jeder trug eine tiefe Sehnsucht nach Gesellschaft in sich, nach der Gesellschaft intelligenter Wesen, die keine Menschen waren.

much as we like to think of ourselves as isolated nomads bumping up against each other from time to time, we are our relationships

In the minds of the early Christians, the people—not the architecture—constituted a sacred space.

The church of Jesus Christ was a classless society. Its members didn't regard social status, color, or position. For them, there was no Jew or Greek in the body of Christ. There was no slave or free. There was no rich or poor. Here there is not Greek and Jew, circumcised and uncircumcised, barbarian, Scythian, slave, free; but Christ is all, and in all. (Colossians 3:11 ESV)

then, the library had tentatively reassured me that, however isolated I felt, I was not alone.

We are trying to construct a more inclusive society. We are going to make a country in which no one is left out.

There is nothing so American as our national parks. The scenery and the wildlife are native. The fundamental idea behind the parks is native. It is, in brief, that the country belongs to the people, that it is in process of making for the enrichment of the lives of all of us. The parks stand as the outward symbal of the great human principle.

Soccer isn't the same as Bach or Buddhism. But it is often more deeply felt than religion, and just as much a part of the community's fabric, a repository of traditions.

But in the end, the hackers were misunderstood figures. They wanted nothing more than to belong, to subsume their brilliant selves in an even more incandescent whole, to lose themselves in the poetry of community.

Language-trained apes often give the impression that they regard themselves as almost human, such as when, while sorting pictures of humans from those of other animals, they put their own portrait on the human pile. They obviously sympathize with the people that surround them: they want to fit in, and to be like them.

T]he term 'nonhuman' grates on me, since it lumps millions of species together by an absence, as if they were missing something. Poor things, they are nonhuman! When students embrace this jargon in their writing, I cannot resist sarcastic corrections in the margin saying that for completeness's sake, they should add that the animals they are talking about are also nonpenguin, nonhyena, and a whole lot more.

I am black: I am the incarnation of a complete fusion with the world, an intuitive understanding of the earth, an abandonment of my ego in the heart of the cosmos.

To speak...means above all to assume a culture, to support the weight of a civilization.

What have I in common with Jews? I have almost nothing in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.