Quotes About Belonging

But what I really needed was a mom. I still wanted to take advantage of that free laundry service at home. I wasn't about to turn away the homemade potato-chip casseroles or her famous turkey tacos. I didn't even mind when the "chore chart" was put up on the fridge. That was the normalcy I craved. I wanted Mom to continue to bring warm cookies to the set, making me the guy with the best mom around.

No one is truly lost when they remain in the hearts and minds of those wwho love them

Everybody shows up, not to see their god, but to be seen.

Kiss me again. Let me imagine for a moment that you belong to me. The memory will keep me company in my solitude.

She'd tried so hard to prove she was good enough. And now, with a few simple sentences, Harriett had explained it so plainly. Jo had been good enough all along. They'd made her feel like a failure, when the truth was, they just hadn't wanted her around. There was nothing she could have done.

Kat was my best friend and my family for ten whole years, but I don't think I ever spoke her name in front of my parents. She belonged to my world, not theirs. She was none of Grant and Irene's business.

She holds within her the memory of this journey, drawn out for her like a constellation in the darkness, each element of the landscape connecting her along a line that is her past. Carter may want to come here now, but she's the one who belongs, on this road, under this piece of sky.

one weakness of ASEAN is that the 600 million people who live in Southeast Asia do not feel a sense of ownership of ASEAN.

A person has to find a place where they fit in, that's all.

Most people are principally aware of one culture, one setting, one home;exiles are are aware of at least two, and this plurality gives rise to an awareness of simultaneous dimensions...

In the almost film-like flitting-by of modern life, a man needs something to tell him, from time to time, that he is still himself, and nothing can give him this assurance in so comforting a manner as the "four feet trotting behind".

For twelve years, I've been trying to make him just one of the guys. He's not.

They'd cared for her, provided for her and loved her. If anything, the knowledge that she wasn't their flesh and blood made her love them all the more. They had chosen her,

the harsh world of junior high, where cliques were carved in stone, and cafeteria seating was more complex than the British peerage

Because some adopted kids do. They feel like their mothers—because it's always the mothers, since we were the ones who were pregnant—abandoned them. There's a theory that every adopted kid is traumatized because they were adopted.

Sigo siendo del partido del viento, del clan de la distancia".

National identity is a con. It's good for overcoming local interests for the common good, but it is short-sighted and counterproductive when it promotes the interests of a totally artificial group – 'our nation' – above a more ample sense of what the common good consists of.

It is with respect to that physical system to which we belong—due to the peculiar way in which it interacts with the rest of the world, thanks to the fact that it allows traces and because we, as physical entities, consist of memory and anticipation—that the perspective of time opens up for us, like our small, lit clearing.

I knew that even if I went back to them, after many years of loneliness in another land, I would not be able to pick up where I had left off.

I bet He's only sad for the part of me that belonged to Him.

Mezcla de vidas, de calidades, de gustos, eso era la calle de Aribau. Yo misma: un elemento más, pequeño y perdido en ella.

When I was in junior high school I complained to my mother: Mami, ya no quiero llevar tacos de tortilla de marina con arroz, frijoles y carne para lonche porque we rein Las gringas. (Mami, I don't want to take tacos of flour tortillas with rice, beans and meat for lunch because the white girls make fun of me Tacos were nutritious and made with love, care, and hope had to be replaced with sandwiches of baloney and white bread.

come at the price of your soul, when you are melancholy more often than not, when you are fierce in a world of feathers and folly, when you're alone in every room you enter, you do not fit in. You never will. I know you.

They say home is where the heart is, although in my case, the location of the fridge is also important.