Quotes About Belonging

Her one desire, so long resisted, to make herself his, to call him her lord, her own—then

But what was love without a home? Misery. What was a home without love? Alas, not much; but still a kind of home.

The beggarly question of parentage...what is it after all? What does it matter,when you come to think of it, wheter a child is yours by blood or not? All the little ones of our time are collectively the children of us adults of the time, and entitled to our general care. That excessive regard of parents for their own children, and their dislike of other people's, is, like class-feeling, patriotism, save-your-own-soul-ism and other virtues, a mean exclusiveness at bottom.

that there had to be a place in the world for Mischa, a prime place vacated for her, and I came to think, Clarice, that the best place in the world was yours.

WHEN STARLING was a child she moved from a clapboard house that groaned in the wind to the solid redbrick of the Lutheran Orphanage.

He was Sudeten German—Arkansas to their Manhattan, Liverpool to their Cambridge.

I stand between two worlds. I am at home in neither, and I suffer in consequence. You artists call me a bourgeois, and the bourgeois try to arrest me...I don't know which makes me feel worse.

Io sto tra due mondi, di cui nessuno e' il mio, e per questo la mia vita e' un po' difficile.

I will never be able to find myself if I isolate myself from the rest of mankind as if I were a different kind of being.

one's nationality should come to have a meaning in the light of eternity.

it may express the solitary's conviction that he is not good enough for most of the visible exercises of the community, that his own part is to carry out some hidden function, in the community's spiritual cellar.

All things are yours and you are Christ's—and Christ is God's. If we live, we live unto God. If we die, we die unto God—whether we live or die, we are God's possession." What more could anyone ask?

The more perfectly we are ourselves the more we are able to contribute to the good of the whole Church of God.

For a Christian is one whom the world does not know.

True solitude is the home of the person, false solitude the refuge of the individualist.

Gnostic tales tell of the homesickness of the soul, its yearning for its own milieu…

Your first task is to find the place where your soul is at home.

Stayed on, and became the Cymri. What if we're all Jews, you see? all scattered like seeds? still flying outward from the primal fist so long ago. Man, I believe that.' 'Of course you do, Gwenhidwy.' ¶ 'Aren't we then? What about you?' ¶ 'I don't know. I don't feel Jewish today.' ¶ 'I meant flying outward?' He means alone and forever separate: Pointsman knows what he means.

The whole world shall be ours because of our love.

You're not very fond of your room by day. You never think about it. You're in and out, the door opens and slams, the cupboard creaks. You sit down on the side of your bed, change your shoes and dash out again. A dive down to the glass, two pins in your hair, powder your nose and off again. But now–at night time- it's suddenly dear to you. It's a darling little funny room. It's yours. Oh, what a joy it is to own things!

This is a Christian country, and if you don't like it, get out," she remembers one teacher telling her.

You maximize the moral anguish of those whose "values" you share and protect their "rights" wherever possible. And you minimize the suffering of those who don't belong to the group and treat their rights as merely selfish demands.

Soul selects her own Society

she absorbed in an instant the truth that genuine adulthood comes when one does not run off because of shame, when one stays and demands a home.