Quotes About Belonging

You are of all the dearest to me. But don't adopt your life to mine. Be strong enough that you no longer need me. Then we will belong to a shared freedom, then we will belong to each other

The latter class [peasants] is always unaffected by the course of historic events. Like cats who are attached to a house and not to the people who dwell in it, the poorer type of peasant belongs less to the nation than to the soil. Therefore, however numerous they are, they never constitute a danger for a conqueror.

You know, I think everybody longs to be loved, and longs to know that he or she is lovable. And, consequently, the greatest thing that we can do is to help somebody know that they're loved and capable of loving.

You know, we have pieces of the people that have cared about us all through our lives, and they're all part of us know. And so we represent, each one of us represents, so many investments from others. No one of us is alone.

We want to raise our children so that they can take a sense of pleasure in both their own heritage and the diversity of others.

Whether we're a preschooler or a young teen, a graduating college senior or a retired person, we human beings all want to know that we're acceptable, that our being alive somehow makes a difference in the lives of others.

I feel myself alien from everyone; that is my kind of Jewishness.

You can kiss your family and friends good-bye and put miles between you, but at the same time you carry them with you in your heart, your mind, your stomach, because you do not just live in a world but a world lives in you.

The grace of God means something like: Here is your life. You might never have been, but you are because the party wouldn't have been complete without you.

As a species, we have become a population of refugees, longing for homes we remember only faintly, as we remember dreams.

I keep saying I'm not at all famous in my own country, because people do not think I have done anything for India.

The map that said this is where we are. This is who we've always been. This place of yours that will always be here. This place you can always call home.

Like many my age, I have left for the mainland. Who is left to watch for the weather and to judge the tides, to buain the peats and gather the crotal, to walk up the high hill and run over the white sand? Here are the faces that know. They know that while I may perceive opportunity to lie further and further away, my heart and soul will always be that of a Hearach.

Christmas... is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart.

Yo solía pensar que era la persona más extraña en el mundo, pero luego pensé, hay mucha gente así en el mundo, tiene que haber alguien como yo, que se sienta bizarra y dañada de la misma forma en que yo me siento. Me la imagino, e imagino que ella también debe estar por ahí pensando en mí. Bueno, yo espero que si tú estás por ahí y lees esto sepas que, sí, es verdad, yo estoy aquí, soy tan extraña como tú

You see that what you call "self" is the manifestation of everything. You reflect and refract the universe around you in a unique way, and that unique way is commonly called "self." But it does not belong to anyone — certainly not to you!

I don't like either political party. One should not belong to them -- one should be an individual, standing in the middle. Anyone that belongs to a party stops thinking.

Growing up it all seems so one-sided Opinions all provided The future pre-decided Detached and subdivided In the mass production zone Nowhere is the dreamer Or the misfit so alone

All of us are heaven-sent, and there was never meant to be only one.

All boys belong in insane asylums.

Could you just call me Pigeon?" he asked the teacher when she read his name. "Does your mother call you Pigeon?" "No." "Then to me you are Paul." ... "Nathan Sutter," the teacher read. "My mother never calls me Nathan." "Is it Nate?" "She calls me Honeylips.

Oh, don't worry. If you didn't say some stupid things every once in a while, you certainly wouldn't fit in with this group.

When heritage becomes a box instead of an inspiration, it has gone too far.

In short, Tress was a normal teenage girl. She knew this because the other girls often mentioned how they weren't like "everyone else," and after a while Tress figured that the group "everyone else" must include only her. The other girls were obviously right, as they all knew how to be unique—they were so good at it, in fact, that they did it together.