Quotes About Belonging

That's a kind of magic, isn't it? Every bit as much as faeries and spells and winged horses. I'm accepted here, not for what I do, or where I come from, or where I went to school. I'm accepted for who I am. For who, more importantly, I'm finally letting myself become.

Why should emotions require a certain time pattern? They're as individual as the people they belong to.

Rowan." He came back to sit, so that she hid her trembling hands under the table. "My cousins are many. Here, in Ireland. In Wales, Cornwall. Some are Donovans, some Malones, some Rileys. And some are O'Mearas.

Okay. Let's try this instead. He pulled her in, held her. Thanks. Can you do without the things you took to the castello for a few days? I'll have them packed up and sent. We need to go home, Ty. I need to be home. Best news I've had in days. He kissed the top of her head. Let's go.

What was it like, she wondered, to wake up every morning knowing exactly where you belonged and where you were going?

L]oneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding views which others find inadmissible."29

the idea that ethnicity is in some sense an essential or primordial feature is, at least some of the time, disputable, and its use is, much of the time, disreputable.

Homesickness hits hardest in the middle of a crowd in a large, alien city.

Contemporary writers annoyed him, he found their worlds insular, their style too self-conscious and ironic. Theirs was not a literature that belonged to him.

The desire to be cool is—ultimately—the desire to be rescued.

In 1992, bragging about your area code was a collective expression of the community where you were. By 2002, it was an individual connection to the place you had left.

Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken!

The truth is, immigrants tend to be more American than people born here.

How folks lay claim to a loved one is they give you a name of their own. They figure to label you as their property.

We've been speaking English as a second language so long that we've forgotten it as our first.

Just some­thing to need you home at night. Some­thing to keep you from liv­ing alone.

Buster was Rant was Buddy. Chester was Chet was Dad. Irene was Mom was Reen. How folks lay claim to their loved ones is they give you a name of their own. They figure to label you as their property.

Everyone wants to feel special - attain a special status among their pears- but not too special. Most kids want to be special the same way their friends are

Still, the better she could draw, the worse her life got--until nothing in her real world was good enough. It got until she didn't belong anywhere. It got so nobody was good enough, refined enough, real enough. Not the boys in high school. Not the other girls. Nothing was real as her imagined world.

People are all looking for that, a hand to hold. Reassurance. The promise that everything will be all right.

Without just one nest A bird can call the world home Life is your career

Wallace Boyer (Car Salesman): Sell cars long enough and you'll see: Nobody's all that original. Any lone weirdo comes from a big nest of weirdos. What's weird is, you go to some pigsty village in Slovakia, and suddenly even Andy Warhol makes perfect sense.

Sticking feathers up your butt," Tyler says, does not make you a chicken.

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile." The space monkey continues, Our culture has made us all the same. No one is truly white or black or rich, anymore. We all want the same. Individually, we are nothing.