Quotes About Belonging

He was loved, but only as one among a group of other beloved things.

To be away from home and yet find oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet remain hidden from the world.

There still might be a place for us somewhere.

Even the stove and the refrigerator looked human, I mean good human - they seemed to have arms and voices and they said, hang around, kid, it's good here, it can be very good here.

I'm sorry, you see, I have no sense of direction. I've always had nightmares about getting lost. I believe I belong on another planet.

Love it or leave it

You could sit in there all day drinking coffee and they never asked you to leave no matter how bad you looked. They just asked the bums not to bring their wine and drink it there. Places like that gave you hope when there wasn´t much hope.

I don't want to stay where I'm not wanted. I don't want to stay where I'm disliked.

She says Thomas drank himself to death because he felt his talent was waning. Bullshit. Thomas drank himself to death for the same reason that I do: he loved his drink, it lifted him where he belonged, where we all belong, where we all should be if the stream of people weren't such asses and didn't believe in homes and new cars and all that junk.

I thought about Nietzsche. There we were: a German stallion and a Jewish mare. The fatherland would adore me.

So there I was: neither an intellectual, an artist; nor did I have the saving roots of the common man. I hung like something labeled in between, and I guess, yes, that is the beginning of insanity.

I felt that even the sun belonged to my father, that I had no right to it because it was shining upon my father's house. I was like his roses, something that belonged to him and not to me.

I would like to be human if only they would let me.

Adoro quelli che si sentono fuori posto, con loro mi sento sempre nel posto giusto.

Attenti a quelli che cercano continuamente la folla, da soli non sono nessuno.

We're fellowcitizens with the saints in heaven. As far as God is concerned, we're already there, seated with Him in power and authority. God doesn't see us as a stranger or a pilgrim, but as a fellowcitizen and a member of His household.

For through him we both have access by one Spirit unto the Father. Now therefore ye are no more strangers and foreigners, but fellow-citizens with the saints, and of the household of God. Ephesians 2:18,19

It is a frightful thing to drop out of one's place in the world and never find it again. I try very hard to keep my memory green and thus by sympathy live anew, or if not anew, aright, which is more to the point, much more.

To be in Christ ... means to be in the church." —THE COST OF DISCIPLESHIP

To find yourself trapped in a body with the wrong gender must be hard to bear: How much harsher to discover, at age thirty, that you're the wrong species?

Give me a bottle of Mountain Dew, an MP3 player hammering out something by VNV Nation, and a crate of Pringles: that's like being at home. Give me root access on a hostile necromancer's server farm, and I am at home.

I have left a part of me wherever I have lain my head, including my youth. What remains will be satisfied to go home.

may we not be strangers in the lush province of joy

None of us lives unto ourselves. We're each a part of the whole, a member of our community and of God's world.