Quotes About Belonging

I'm into my Black Thing And it's filling all My empty spots

In order to have a happy ending, in order to be triumphant, in order to be heroic, you have to tell your own story. The women's movement knows that; black people know that; brown people know that; yellow people know that. You have to be able to tell your own story in order to show that you are worthy--that you belong.

Greed has driven the world crazy. And I think I'm lucky that I have a place over here that I can call home.

En las comunidades judías siempre hay un extranjero. Y el año venidero el anfitrión será el huésped.

Then close your eyes and tap your heels together three times. And think to yourself, there's no place like home.

Love is homesickness

love may or may not be homesickness, but homesickness is most definitely love.

there I was, trying to hold up my end in a city where you can't even buy a decent bagel. I don't mean to make it sound as if it's all about being Jewish, but that's another thing about Washington. It makes you feel really Jewish if that's what you are.

there I was, trying to hold up my end in a city where you can't even buy a decent bagel. I don't mean to make it sound as if it's all about being Jewish, but that's another thing about Washington. It makes you feel really Jewish if that's what you are. It's not just that there are so many Gentiles there; it's that the Gentiles are so Gentile. Listen, even the Jews there are sort of Gentile.

Who was there to write our names, to even know our names and to remember us?

Laurel: I don't need a ring or a license, or a spetacular white dress. It's not marriage so much, or at all really, that matters. It's the promise. It's the knowing someone wants me to be part of his life. Someone loves me, that I'm the one for him. That's not just enough, it's everything.

You belong with us, he said quietly. Nothing's going to change that.

I went wherever I could that wasn't there. Most of the time, though, I came here. I sheltered in place, but I kept looking for somewhere or something else. I'm not sure I knew, until you, that it was more than that for me, more than sheltering in place. It was my place, my home. Nothing she can do will change that.

My mother said once that we were all hers already. We just hadn't found each other before.

It was a well-aimed arrow. Had anyone even noticed she was no longer at the library? All the people she'd worked with, worked for? All the patrons she'd helped? Had she been so replaceable that her absence hadn't caused a single ripple? Hadn't she mattered at all?

I'm loved. I'm wanted. Spirits are fed on this alone.

The world needs lovers who fit, or how would we go on? To be only one of one for a life? That's a lonely life.

Some things are just meant, and no matter how many times you walk away, you end up where you belonged all along.

Finally, he's back in the little blue-and-white house where there's always a boat at the dock, a rocker on the porch, and a dog in the yard.

We're family, by the blood. It's up to us to decide if we can be family by the heart.

Home is sanctuary.

I'm done lighting out, done needing to. This is my land. It's not about the owning of it, but waking up in the morning knowing you're where you want to be, having good work to do and good people around you.

cottage not so different from any home

No, I mean extremists. People who choose to belong to some insane, twisted cult because somehow it makes them feel good, feel superior.