Quotes About Belonging

My Blood flows towards India ,bcoz India is in my Heart.

We lived here for each other, and for everyone else we loved within twenty miles, and for all the good reasons people live where they live. They need the view of a wheat field or an ocean; they need the smell of a thunderstorm or the sound of a city. Or they need to leave, so they can invent what they need someplace else.

Family faces are magic mirrors. Looking at people who belong to us, we see the past, present, and future.

You've lived in the city for a long time and need to feel that you have a hometown.

In all my life I've never felt as right and certain as when I'm with him.

The first time I saw you," he says, "I knew we belonged together.

The first time I saw you," he says, "I knew we belonged together." Yes! Me, too!

A life lived in loneliness is no life at all." -"Mail-Order Annie

People more than ever since I can remember are concerned about being out of step and out of line with their political party and won't cross over. There is nobody, man or woman, who wants to be left out, and people are fearful of that. People are fearful of their leadership as well.

All of us blossom when we feel loved and wither when we do not feel loved.

This segregation has erected denominational walls and impoverished many Christians. Unless you happen to be born into just the right tradition, you're brought up to feed on somebody else's diet.

The sentiment underlying this local possessiveness of distinctive crops, foods, and customs is known in Italy as campanilismo . It is somewhat negatively defined in dictionaries as 'an excessive attraction to one's own homeland or birthplace.' As it is derived from the word for bell, campana , a more literal definition might be 'belief or faith in what lies within earshot of the village bell.

Oh come on, smile. Lisa, Jack... being bisexual is hardly a crime. Best of both worlds, isn't it?' And Ianto pushed her away. 'No,Gwen. No, really it's bloody not. It's the worst of any world because you don't really belong anywhere, because you are never sure of yourself ot those around you. You can't trust in anyone, their motives or their intentions. And because of that, you have, in a world that likes its shiny labels, no true identity.

Every returning New Yorker asks the question: Is this still my city? I have a ready answer, cloaked in obstinate despair: It is. And if it's not, I will love it all the more. I will love it to the point where it becomes mine again.

Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.

Find your place on the planet. Dig in, and take responsibility from there.

The size of the place that one becomes a member of is limited only by the size of one's heart.

But by Alexander Liholiho's time some of them at least were ready to let their cables into the earth and accept the kingdom, with all its faults, as home.

Portuguese could never make up their minds whether they were haole or not;

Now we are all haoles.

The town, the team, it's a family. That has helped. For some people who have had to deal with some of the problems I have had to deal with don't have football as an out.

To be an African is not a choice, it is a condition… To be an African is not through lack of being integrated in Europe… neither is it from regret of the crimes perpetrated by "my people"… No, it is simply the only opening I have for making use of all my sense and capabilities… The African earth was the first to speak. I have been pronounced once and for all.

One of Us: Someday, the light will shine like a sun through my skin & they will say, What have you done with your life? & though there are many moments I think I will remember, in the end, I will be proud to say, I was one of us.

I'm an outsider by choice, she said, but I'm hoping that won't be my choice forever.