Quotes About Belonging

You are home for me now." --Jem to Tessa

Your place is with me. It always will be. -Jem Carstairs

All my life I've felt like there was something wrong with me. Something missing or damaged." "Every teenager in the world feels like that, feels broken or out of place, different somehow, royalty mistakenly born into a family of peasants.

How had it happened, Simon thought, that he was bound to these people—to people who thought of him as nothing more than a Downworlder, half human at best?

Simon bristled. She wasn't his Isabelle, not anymore. He wondered if she ever truly had been. Isabelle didn't seem like the type of girl to belong to someone. It was one of the things he liked best about her.

Jem said, "we want you to stay, and to know that the choice is entirely yours, and we wanted to show you something. We want you to know there is nothing in this house more precious to us than you.

It's good to have you back in town, Bonnie Blue.

I can't help who I am," I pointed out. "i mean, do you think I should just hide?" I tapped one finger against my chin. "Gee, if only there was some place , some safe place, like in the middle of freaking nowhere , where I could surround myself with strong immortals and maybe learn how to protect myself and...oh, wait!" I looked at Solis, my eyes wide with excitement. "Oh my God--that sounds like here ! It sounds like I'm already actually doing exactly what you thing I should be doing! Awesome!

You belong to me. Forever, for always! Within you is my seed. A Comanche man does not give up his woman.

As pleased as Loretta was to see her aunt, she went up the sagging steps with mixed emotions, glancing over her shoulder at the horizon, watching for Hunter. He would come for her now. An inexplicable eagerness filled her. She was anxious to go home--back to the village, back to their lodge, back to his arms. Home wasn't here at this little farm anymore. Home was where Hunter was, anywhere he was.

Home was where Hunter was, anywhere he was.

It will be well. My people will accept. You are one with them now, the wife of a warrior. In time, you will want to be beside me. Your fear will leave. You will see. Until then, this Comanche will wait, eh?

You belong to this Comanche.

He was a Comanche, first, last, and always. Yet she had come to him.

On side of the cross is empty. That is where we belong.

How could Paolo think the queen and her ilk were my people? I had no more relation to them than a pigeon does to a flock of swans – or a vortex of vultures, which the castle's denizens better resembled in both attire and attitude.

One of the Indigenous healers I consulted in the first year of the case had said to me, "An Indian has to be an Indian, or he's hollow." Thirty years later, in 2018, the Indigenous American writer Tommy Orange wrote in his novel There There, "It's important that he dress like an Indian, dance like an Indian, even if it is an act, even if he feels like a fraud the whole time, because the only way to be Indian in this world is to look and act like an Indian.

Peter hadn't been treated as a person, and so, eventually, he didn't experience himself as one.

Blood family, that's something we get dealt. Sometimes we get a bad hand. Not much way around it. You just have to grow up and get more family. The kind you get to pick out yourself.

in a corral with the horses. They accepted me immediately. Unlike people, they don't judge much by your outsides. They knew I was one of them. Problem was, when one of the employees came around to ask what I was doing there, I was pretty caught up in being a horse, and I spooked. I felt my eyes widen, showing white all the way around,

was important to feel at home while at home.

The thing about a family is the love. The 'what kind?' and 'how will it work?' is nothing. That's just a thing you worry about before you learn that those details aren't what matter at all.

Everyone knows, on some deep level, the conversations in which they don't belong. Chloe

I see the sun, high overhead, and then I know. This darkness doesn't belong to the night. It belongs to me.