Quotes About Belonging

And Barrons is Mac's as much as something like him is ever anyone's

The Nine are my tribe now. And I'm keeping them.

Och lass, doona you know? Your heart is my home..

Fearless people are outsiders. The fearful have many places to belong.

There's no such thing as normal," Barrons says. "You keep thinking that. You suffer hiraeth." "Here-eyeth?" I echo. "A Welsh word that means unattainable longing for a place—or perhaps more accurately a state of being—that never existed. Nostalgia for something that never was.

Did we call the things of our heart our own, whether they were or not?

I realized I was still caught between two worlds. I missed the idealism and even the redundancy of home, the little routines of my father's, like throwing his keys in the air, and the way my mom's smile could make the whole world forget its worries...

For the first time, I feel just as sorry for my ma as for my dad. Everybody wants to go home, and no one can agree on where that is anymore.

How true can this sensation of unity really be if you need to leave everyone you care about to get it.

It is a special kind of homelessness, says our mayor, to be evicted from your dreams.

It is a special kind of homelessness to be evicted from your dreams.

She used to suffer these intense bouts of homesickness in her own bedroom. When she was very small, she would wake up tearing at her bedspread and shrieking, "I wanna go home! I wanna go home!" Which was distressing to all of us, of course, because she was home.

London. For some reason the word didn't seem to have the magic, warm, sound of home that it had always had.

There is an unease in you, too, which I sensed. You remind me of an anchor searching for a spot to latch on to.

Didn't it belong to her just a little bit, not in a material way but in the way a house always belonged to all those who had lived and loved and suffered in it? As if it had kept behind a small part of your soul.

I understand the pull of this place, how you can't leave no matter how hard you want to. When your blood runs with salt water, you might as well drop anchor and get comfortable.

I'd understood how salt water ran through some veins and not in others, like a blood type that identified those who belonged here.

Of course not. I just want you to feel more at home. Not like a visitor." "But that's what I am," Larkin protested. Bitty stood, her knees cracking, and laughed. "You tell yourself that over and over again, sweetie, but it'll never drain the salt water running through your veins. The outgoing tide might suck all the water from the creeks and marshes here, but eventually the ocean pushes it all back where it belongs.

Home is a place that lives in one's heart, waiting with open arms to be rediscovered.

Holy Communion is offered to all, as surely as the living Jesus Christ is for all, as surely as all of us are not divided in him, but belong together as brothers and sisters, all of us poor sinners, all of us rich through his mercy. Amen.

Human nature is such that our happiness depends on reliable, secure, and predictable social relationships, and without them we feel lost.

I have often thought that the Germans make the best Americans, though they certainly make the worst Germans.

Living, the nearest claim them; but the dear Great dead belong to any humble heart.

I thought it was just twisted not to be able to come out as a sexual minority within a group of sexual minorities.