Quotes About Belonging

We came to meadows full of flowers. We saw and realized that they were there, but we had no feelings about them. The first spark of joy came when we saw a rooster with a tail of multicolored feathers. But it remained only a spark; we did not yet belonged to this world.

for women live much more in the past...they attach themselves to places;

I belong to quick, futile moments of intense feeling. Yes, I belong to moments. Not to people.

One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them.

For," the outsider will say, "in fact, as a woman, I have no country. As a woman I want no country.

I am not here. I have no face. Other people have faces [...]. Their world is the real world. The things they lift are heavy. They say Yes, they say No; whereas I shift and change and am seen through in a second. [...] They know what to say if spoken to. They laugh really; they get angry really; while I have to look first and do what other people do when they have done it.

en tant que femme je n ai pas de pays. En tant que femme je ne désire aucun pays. Mon pays a moi, femme, c est le monde entier.

Tengo raíces, pero floto.

Ya no podía distinguir, allí en la colina, cuál era su casa. Todo parecía distante y tranquilo y extraño. La orilla parecía refinada, lejana, irreal. Ya la pequeña distancia que habían navegado los había alejado de ella y le había dado el aspecto cambiado, el aspecto sereno, de algo que retrocede y de lo que ya no se forma parte.

She entered his life without knocking, as one might step into the wrong room because of its vague resemblance to one's own. She stayed there forgetting the way out and quietly getting used to the strange creatures she found there

I will never go back. For the simple reason that all the Russia I need, after all, is with me--always with me. Her literature, her language, my own Russian childhood. I will never return, I will never surrender.

My mind speaks English, my heart speaks Russian, and my ear prefers French.

All things considered, it had been his home, and the set of kindly, well-meaning, gentle-mannered people driven to death or exile for the sole crime of their existing, was the set to which he too belonged. His dark youthful broodings, the romantic—and let me add, somewhat artificial—passion for his mother's land, could not, I am sure, exclude real affection for the country where he had been born and bred.

I add that I who speak here am bone of the bone and flesh of the flesh of them that live within the veil.

I'm looking for a house In the world Where white shadows Will not fall. There is no such house, Dark brother, No such house At all.

I never felt so lonesome Since I was born black.

Thank you for bringing me home.

I want to take my girls home.

The feeling he had for her went far beyond lust. It was something profound and elemental, something primal and undeniable. Something possessive and permanent. Mine.

Tegan rodó con ella sobre la cama, suavemente acomodándola debajo de su cuerpo que ya despertaba. Miró a sus ojos lavandas viéndolo con tanto amor y eso simplemente lo desarmó. La besó lentamente, con sinceridad y ternura. "Ya estoy en casa" le dijo con esa voz grave y ronca por la emoción, mientras la presionaba debajo de él. "Éste es el único hogar que siempre voy a necesitar".

God help her, she'd belonged to him from the instant he spotted her.

Everything about this woman was more than he was prepared for. She was his. God help her, but he belonged to her too.

I am where I need to be," he insists, his voice thick and rough with need. "Right here, with you.

It's funny," she said, with a strange hitch in her voice, "but I never wanted to be tied to anyone. Never wanted to be owned or to belong to another person. But now I realize that belonging with someone is completely different. I belong with you, Con." "And I with you." He kissed her, sealing them together with a bond she didn't mind, and one that would never be broken.