Quotes About Belonging

What's in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.

What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.

You suspect, Stephen retorted with a sort of a half laugh, that I may be important because I belong to the fauborgh Saint Patrice called Ireland for short. —I would go a step farther, Mr Bloom insinuated. —But I suspect, Stephen interrupted, that Ireland must be important because it belongs to me.

What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? Incomplete.

It wounded him to think that he would never be but a shy guest at the feast of the world's culture.

It is dangerous to abandon one's own country, but it is more dangerous still to return to it, for then your fellow country-men, if they can, will drive a knife into your heart.

O tribes! O gentes!)

We all have an extended family, people whom we recognize as our own as soon as we see them.

A therapist once told me that we're born alone and we die alone. It's not true. We all have an extended family, people whom we recognize as our own as soon as we see them. The people closest to me have always been marked by a peculiar difference in their makeup.

She was from the wrong side of the tracks no matter how you gerrymandered the town.

Like most of the Jews in Suffolk they treated me very kindly, truly warm and welcoming, as if I were one of them which in an odd way I suppose I was. I found it odd and amazing when white people treated me that way, as if there were no barriers between us. It said a lot about this religion—Judaism—that some of its followers, old southern crackers who talked with southern twangs and wore straw hats, seemed to believe that its covenants went beyond the color of one's skin.

For God's people—all of 'em

They were all trying hard to be American, you know, not knowing what to keep and what to leave behind. But you know what happens when you do that. If you throw water on the floor it will always find a hole, believe me.

She never spoke about Jewish people as white. She spoke about them as Jews, which made them somehow different.

Most cars drove through there because the drivers is either from The Bottom and wanna get home - or they ain't from The Bottom and wanna get home in one piece.

It took years before I began to accept the fact that the nebulous "white man's world" wasn't as free as it looked; that class, luck, religion all factored in as well; that many white individuals' problems surpassed my own, often by a lot; that all Jews are not like my grandfather and that part of me is Jewish too. Yet the color boundary in my mind was and still is the greatest hurdle. In order to clear it, my solution was to stay away from it and fly solo.

Nudge threw her arms around my neck. 'I love you Max! I love all of us too!' Yeah, me too,' Said the Gasman. 'I don't care if we have our house, or a cliff ledge, or a cardboard box. Home is wherever we all are, together.

I don't care if we have our house, or a cliff ledge, or a cardboard box. Home is wherever we all are, together

It was a little weird that they were friends. But then, maybe freaks just tended to find each other.

The greatest thing in the world is to know how to belong to someone else.

Kami matamu, Iggy. Kau tak perlu melihat selama kau memiliki kami.

Dear God, said Nudge under her breath, I want real parents. But I want them to want me too. I want them to love me. I already love them. Please see what you can do. Thanks very much. Love, Nudge. Okay, so I'm not saying we were pros at this or anything. (Max thoughts)

I want to do it too!" said Gazzy, sitting very, very quietly, completely motionless. "Nope," said Nudge, shaking her head. "You stand out like a fart in church.

It's always, always, always about the flock. I don't know how to do it any other way.