Quotes About Belonging

I think we have enough trouble finding community in this country, and sport does provide that. It is a mediocrisy, the greatest mediocrisy. If you're the best, it shows in sports. Nobody can say, 'Well, he's only there because of his connections,' or whatever. In that sense, I suppose it upholds democracy and the best in us.

I was a member of the Nationalist Party for several years. I don't remember how long. Those were very dreary days, because the Nationalist Party... it's hard to describe what it was. I suppose it held on to some kind of little faith, you know? It wasn't even sure what the faith was, and it was a very despised enterprise by everybody.

I mean, I suppose when I'm in London, I'm home so I'm more comfortable.

I do consider myself as being French, I suppose.

I am interested in outsiders. I suppose I have always felt like one myself.

I suppose when you are an outsider, you will always be an outsider.

Does anyone who leaves a Baltic country ever want to return to it? Someone must, I suppose.

I don't have a flat anywhere. I'm registered in the U.K. for tax purposes, I suppose, and my mail goes to my parents.

I never felt that I was supposed to be white. Or black, either. My parents just wanted to let me be who I needed to be.

I love the American dream. I feel this is the place I was supposed to be in. It's beautiful. I love it.

What supposedly bound that Commonwealth together was a mysterious shared identity - Britishness.

Every dog might wish to be Dog One, but like us, most dogs want membership in the group even more than they want supremacy over others.

I live where I would like to live. I live in Majorca, Spain, and I am not sure there are better places.

Columbus is considered my second home, so I definitely miss Columbus for many different reasons. I definitely miss the good times I had there and I miss the guys for sure.

I used to go to surf camp in the summers, and I remember going to the beach and thinking my style was so different from all of the other kids.

Scratch below the surface, and you will find I am a patriotic little thing, desperately proud to be part of this island nation.

Personally, I've never been popular, so I'm not surprised that professionally I'm a bit out of step, too.

Living as we do in the age of Facebook, we shouldn't be surprised that some countries are starting to imagine themselves more as social networks than as a physical place.

I was aware, in those early days of motherhood, that my behaviour was strange to the people who knew me well. It was as though I had been brainwashed, taken over by a cult religion. And yet this cult, motherhood, was not a place where I could actually live. Like any cult, it demanded a complete surrender of identity to belong to it.

I love playing at Surrender because they let me be free and be myself... it's family, you know?

I belonged in Idle Valley like a pearl onion on a banana split.

I didn't mind what she called me, what anybody called me. But this was the room I had to live in. It was all I had in the way of a home. In it was everything that was mine, that had any association for me, any past, anything that took the place of a family. Not much: a few books, pictures, radio, chessmen, old letters, stuff like that. Nothing. Such as they were, they had all my memories.

I told the students that they were at the age when they might begin to choose places that would sustain them the rest of their lives, that places were more reliable than human beings, and often much longer-lasting, and I asked them where they felt at home.

I made my first home there and had been happy, because to be alienated in one's own country, in one's own hometown, among one's kin and peers, was problematic, but nothing could be more natural than to be alienated in a foreign country, and so there I had at last naturalized my estrangement. This may be one of the underappreciated pleasures of travel: of being at last legitimately lost and confused.