Quotes About Belonging

I want to go back to the Flock, of course. I've barely begun with the new group!

Neden yaln?z bir yabanc? gibi tuhaf ve farkl? olduÄŸunuzu düÅŸünüyorsunuz? Sizin ba??n?za gelen sadece henüz ailenizi bulamam?? olman?zd?r.

No cualquier hombre (permítanme una restricción y cierto romanticismo) es capaz de volar, sino aquel que siente que volar es su vida, que sabe que el cielo no es un lugar de trabajo o de diversión, sino que es su casa.

The dozen gulls by the shoreline came to meet him, none saying a word. He felt only that he was welcome and that this was home. It had been a big day for him, a day whose sunrise he no longer remembered.

Denn wenn man niemanden hat, den man ab und an aus der Stadt verjagen kann, wie soll man dann wissen, dass man selbst dorthin gehört?

We call everything a river here. We are that kind of people.

A child is not a Christian child, not a Muslim child, but a child of Christian parents or a child of Muslim parents.

We were meat to be bought and sold. Speaking Arabic made me a curious and unusual product. I didn't want to be special. I didn't want them to be curious about me.

He was… a lost apostrophe in search of a word to which he might belong

Things happen when people are not where they belong, and the world moves forward and back by that principle.

Though I thought if you grew up in a place with such a strange name—including Saskatchewan (a name I'd rarely heard before)—then you'd always feel strange about yourself.

No one belongs to us, and we belong to no one - not in that sense. This should free us, but it never quite does.

Art belongs to everybody and nobody. Art belongs to all time and no time. Art belongs to those who create it and those who savour it. Art no more belongs to the People and the Party than it once belonged to the aristocracy and the patron. Art is the whisper of history, heard above the noise of time. Art does not exist for art's sake: it exists for people's sake.

When we're young, everyone over the age of thirty looks middle-aged, everyone over fifty antique. And time, as it goes by, confirms that we weren't that wrong. Those little age differentials, so crucial and so gross when we are young, erode. We end up all belonging to the same category, that of the non-young. I've never much minded this myself.

Those little age differentials, so crucial and so gross when we are young, erode. We end up belonging to the same category, that of the non-young. I've never much minded this myself. [p. 66]

We end up all belonging to the same category, that of the non-young.

Es una de las cosas que tiene la vida. Todos buscamos un lugar seguro.

That's one of the things about life. We're all just looking for a place of safety. And if you don't find one, then you have to learn how to pass the time.

Nor should they be, but everyone needs to feel they're part of something worthwhile. That, in the last analysis, their life has some meaning in a larger context. The questions is what am I part of? What have I done?

They need eachother. They always have and always will. Maybe he should just be happy with that fact. Not everyone gets to need someone and to be needed permanently, forever.

I've come to realize that home is a feeling as much as it is a place; it is as much about loving what I do as being where I am.

home is a feeling as much as it is a place; it is as much about loving what I do as being where I am.

And home, Elise, is anywhere love is. Any you are my love.

Like it or not, she was going to belong to him.