Quotes About Belonging

Why are you trying so hard to fit in when you were born to stand out?

This heart belongs to you alone.

Thank god he's holding me because if he weren't, I'd float away.

I'm convinced my heart knew who it belonged to, long before I met her.

Surplus meant unnecessary. Not required.You couldn't be a Surplus if you were needed by someone else. You couldn't be a Surplus if you were loved.

If you can love yourself deeply, you will never feel alone.

Mark Andrew Poe, Ending Easter

I wish to be buried in Ireland, the country of my adoption a country which I loved, which I have dutifully served, and for which I believe I have sacrificed my life.

What if you're the angel I sought and me the ghost you loved, and we both knew, we belong to different place.

To the right person you will BE everything.

All this time, William doesn't move from my side, his hand surely and confidently glued to my waist like it belongs there, one piece of a puzzle that matches the other, making the picture complete.

for the first time since I have lived in it, this old house seemed like home.

The common people know me, and I am master. But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for. I

Pero un extranjero en una tierra extranjera, no es nadie; los hombres no lo conocen, y no conocer es no importar.

Want a reliable road to emotional and spiritual suicide? Spend your life trying to fit in.

But my identity belongs to me. Only I can surrender that.

I knew you belonged with me.

We found you at last," her mother said, and they both started to cry.

If a man's not content in his soul it really doesn't matter where he lives. p. 131)

I know my husband. He died with God's name on his lips if anybody's. He always loved his work more than me. (Kate) Then he was a fool, the captain said with such bitterness that she felt sorry for him, too. No. He was not a fool, she said. And he loved me. I know he did. He just belonged to God. I only borrowed him for a time. (p.383)

Misfits need misfits to worship. It was white kids trying to avoid being white adults; all of them going through the detour of punk culture to expend and waste their youth, because they all knew they were gonna die someday, bald, fat and stupid.

This time, there were things I'd be giving up forever. My visa to the Land of the Popular, for one thing, and probably even my return ticket to the Borderlands of Respectability.

Patrick," she says slowly. "If you're so uptight about work, why don't you just quit? You don't have to work." "Because," I say, staring directly at her, "I … want … to … fit … in.

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