Quotes About Belonging

When I'm in America, everyone thinks of me as the Asian girl. When I go to Korea, everyone thinks of me as an American.

I grew up in so much church: English-speaking church, Korean church.

In America, I'm a foreigner because of my Korean heritage. In Asia, because I was born in America, I'm a foreigner. I'm always a foreigner.

If you haven't heard my story, my mom is full Korean, and my dad is Caucasian. Kids in kindergarten would make fun of me for being Asian, and when you're that age, you don't know really how to process that; the way you take that is, 'Who I am isn't good enough.'

I remember hearing my mom saying so many times we should never have left Korea. She would see the way that I was growing up and the fact that I was speaking English and not speaking Korean as well, and she would fear the things that we were forgetting.

Food in general is really important for any diaspora, and it's really important for Korean people. This was a connection my mom and I could always have together that made her feel like I was more hers.

We all want to be affiliated with success. It's the impulse of people who have been excluded, and Koreans have been excluded from lots of parties.

We grew up in rural Arkansas without any Koreans close by, and when I go to Korea feel out of place.

I am an American citizen born in Kuwait of Egyptian parents. I grew up in Great Britain, Malaysia, and Egypt and have lived in the United States since 1965, when I was seventeen.

I am first of all from La Castellane and Marseille.

And sometimes it's the very otherness of a stranger, someone who doesn't belong to our ethnic or ideological or religious group, an otherness that can repel us initially, but which can jerk us out of our habitual selfishness, and give us intonations of that sacred otherness, which is God.

Up in this air you breathed easily, drawing in a vital assurance and lightness of heart. In the highlands you woke up in the morning and thought: Here I am, where I ought to be.

What did it mean to be a Jewish woman, and how did that differ from being a white or mainstream one? Why were middle-class Jews Democrats, and some of our equally middle-class Protestant neighbors Republican?

Our Jewishness was racially a middle place to experience womanhood. In relation to mainstream white folks, the women of my family felt different. However, in relation to African Americans, we experienced ourselves as mainstream and white.

I know what I want. A full belly, a contented heart, and a place in this world.

Just as a river by night shines with the reflected light of the moon, so too do you shine with the light of your family, your people, and your God. So you are never far from home, never alone, wherever you go.

Home is where some know who you are ..From the poem 'The Children's Exodus

So I am of Father's blood, but not yours?" "You are of his blood and of my heart, and what could matter more than that?

We might not belong to anyone else in this whole world. But us Faulstiches,we belong to each other.

I still haven't found the place where I can be my true self. But maybe you never get to be your true self, either.

I'm a hard-of-hearing man in the hearing world and I'm a Deaf man with a little hearing in the Deaf world. I'm not one or the other—I'm both! Because Deaf people come all different ways—just like ice cream.

S? îmbr??i?ezi tr?s?turile definitorii ale regiunii în care te-ai n?scut este o form? de apartenen?? la o familie extins?, dar f?r? obliga?iile uzuale. Este un mod de a apar?ine unui grup, f?r? s? se a?tepte de la tine s? faci vizite de Cr?ciun.

Home is the place you return to when you have finally lost your soul. Home is the place where life is born, not the place of your birth, but the place where you seek rebirth. When you no longer have to remember which tale of your own past is true and which is an invention, when you know that you are an invention, then is the time to seek out your home. Perhaps only when you have come to understand that can you finally reach home.

Finally, he knew the kind of loving that made two one and understood Jane was his world. His ocean, his country, his sun, his rain, his very heart.