Quotes About Belonging

These people are a part of me. And they are a part of America, this country that I love.

People get a lot out of being religious. They have strong senses of community and mutual support. So, what's not to love [there]?

Home's where the people you love are. It's about finding the things that matter to you, and holding on to them and taking care of them.

Nothing belongs more fully to an artist than his creation - even if you give him your youth, your money, your love, your courage, nothing belongs to you.

Haven't you guessed by now? I say, my heart hammering. My home is you.

Have you ever been to a place you're supposed to love, but all you can think about is home?

I'm felt I was writing about love and desire and community and belonging and grief and a whole host of other issues. But race is never far from the surface.

Being among my people is a delight. We Jews live among ourselves. I love it.

There is really one city for everyone just as there is one major love.

Brazil is where I belong, the place that feels like home. They love their family, their country and God, and are not afraid to let anybody know it.

I love Liverpool. The people are wonderful and I feel very much at home there.

I think everyone should be with who they love.

I love America. I lived here too but my links are exclusively Italian.

People love discovering you. The thing about not being historically a mainstream writer is that everyone feels like you're theirs, you're their friend.

Your life doesn't belong to you, it belongs to the people that love you

We can't love a place or a person if we always have one foot out the door.

Everybody feels like a freak in some way at some time in their life. Or feels on the outside. And everybody is worthy of love.

The spirit is the thing I most love about my kind of geekdom.

I love 'Saturday Night Live,' and I really feel like people who have left before me have always stayed with the show. They never really quite left, which is nice. Everyone kind of stays close.

leave him free, and the mere sense of liberty would content him, joined to the knowledge that his presence was dear to those whom he loved best.

Everything want to be loved. Us sing and dance and holler, just trying to be loved.

I am yours.Don't give myself back to me.

We are bound together, Emma, bound together—I breathe when you breathe, I bleed when you bleed, I'm yours and you're mine, you've always been mine, and I have always, always belonged to you!

Yours(now I'm even losing my name - it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours)