Quotes About Belonging

Just be yourself, there is no one better.

What the hell is a Hufflepuff?

In Chicago, Illinois, you / are really at home / whether you like it or not, baby, / &, whether you like it / or not / You Are My Friend / so don't pees me off!

You never read Spider-Man? Accepting your true identity means understanding that you are a stranger to this world. A freak, ostracized by the very people you want to help.

It was now the fall of 1956, and nine years after entering Georgia Military Academy as a scrawny "Yankee" from Ohio, I was now considered a "southerner," enrolling at one of the North's most elite institutions.

During my first several days there I really did feel like a fish out of water. After years of following a military dress code I wasn't even sure what to wear. The one place I felt like I fit in was out on a boat and, fortunately, trials for the freshman sailing team began right away.

Come along with us .… we will get all sorts of plunder .… throw in your lot with us … we will share a common purse … " What is the pitch to the young person in Proverbs 1? It is belonging. The attraction of giving in to the wicked is camaraderie. The appeal is to a very human need to share mutuality with others. Your kids need to belong.

I'm always proud to wear the colours of Spain.

If I went to Spain and lived there for five years, I'm not going to play for Spain. For me an English player should play for England, really.

Play with Spain? I think that's already closed, but even so, I opt for France because I'm French. I don't have dual citizenship, and I'm not going to ask for it.

I don't have family in Mexico. Nothing. I'm just from Spain.

When I was growing up, in this country, I would use the name Hillary and in Spain, I would use the name Hilaria.

I'm comfortable with Spain and with Barcelona.

There are some Chicanos who don't want to be Chicanos - they want to be Mexican-American, Hispanic, or even Spanish.

My thoughts, my feelings, my spirit, they are all in Spanish.

When you look at me, you can't really tell what I am, but I'm black, white, Native, Spanish, and a little bit of Filipino.

I've always wanted to be able to say that I come from Los Angeles, California and feel quintessentially American - even if I said that in Spanish.

I'm of Filipino, Spanish, and Chinese descent, and was raised on Hawaii.

I'm a mongrel in the sense that I'm Spanish, English, Latino, Jewish, north, south - all these things are mixed in me.

I think that in any family - black, white, Chinese, Spanish, whatever - family is family. You know that there's dysfunction, and that there's this cousin who doesn't like this auntie. But, at the end of the day, like I say, love brings everybody together.

Sometimes people say to me, 'Ah, you're not really Spanish; you're British.'

Secessionists, whether in Scotland, Catalonia, Quebec or anywhere else, invariably assume that a person must either be Scottish or British, Catalan or Spanish, Quebecois or Canadian. What about those who feel they are both?

You go to Paris, or you go to Portugal, you go to Poland, and you ask, 'Who are you people?' They'll tell you, we're Portuguese, we're Spanish, we're Polish. Who are the people that are really European? The people in Brussels, in the E.U. bureaucracy. Europe has not been able to move to the level of patriotic identification with the concept.

I speak a little Italian and Spanish because of where I grew up. I also am well-versed in Angelino slang and corporate Euro-speak. I don't like gimmicks. The biggest gimmick of all is trying to fit in and be 'normal'. I will always be myself no matter what. Crazy is a compliment. Flashback.