Quotes About Belonging

Nicholaa?" His voice was a bare whisper. "Yes?" she whispered back. "You belong with me.

MOSTLY, they were ashamed of us.

They had a confidence that we lacked. And much better hair. So many colors. And we regretted that we could not be more like them.

I had just wanted to be part of a story; I wanted to be a person who had a story to tell.

He always felt like he had lived his life in between spaces, at the crossroads of cultures. Between cultures, places, and people. Africa, America, France. He took them all for himself, for they all belonged to him, blending them to create a new self, one that he believed could represent the future

I could not imagine living away from Sevenwaters, away from all that was so much a part of me. Maybe, if you cared enough about someone, you could do it and not feel your spirit torn in two. But the forest keeps her hold on all those who are born there, and they cannot travel far without the yearning in them to return.

We must touch the earth, we must look into the sky and feel the wind. Like pools in the same stream, we must meet and part and meet again. We belong to the flow of the lake and to the deep beating heart of the forest.

Just because you're bron to someone, it doesn't mean you belong to them.

The feeling of being different is really what makes us the same. We have our own struggles, yet we want the same things. We want human connection, a place to feel at home, and pizza.

Nothing is more reassuring than recognizing the feet you are standing on as your own, knowing that this is my place, and I am well, and all the people I love are well.

the real world was only a dream, only an echo, and in silent moments throughtout the day it would hit me: i am not at home here.

Surely, argued the British philosopher John Stuart Mill (1806–73), it was better for a Breton to accept French citizenship "than to sulk on his own rocks, the half-savage remnant of past times, revolving in his own little mental orbit, without participation or interest in the general movement of the world.

If I know a song of Africa,—I thought,—of the Giraffe, and the African new moon lying on her back, of the ploughs in the fields, and the sweaty faces of the coffee-pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Would the air over the plain quiver with a colour that I had had on, or the children invent a game in which my name was, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or would the eagles of Ngong look out for me? I

If they were to go away from their land, they must have people round them who had known it, and so could testify to their identity.

Fair warning, as it turned out—kindergarten is all about learning which parts of you are welcome at school and which are not.

Maybe friendship was not as big a deal as I'd thought and I actually had lots of friends.

Aliit ori'shya tal'din. Family is more than bloodline. —Mandalorian proverb

Success is everyone's child. Failure is an orphan." Omas smiled ruefully.

If you were a nomad, your nation traveled in your heart. And without the Mando heart, you had nothing -not even your soul- in whatever new conquest followed death

Every place always has somebody who doesn't fit in. That's what makes them fit in.

He had never brought home a school report and watched his mother smile. The clay ashtray he'd made in kindergarten had been one of sixteen Mrs. Flannigan received on Mother's Day. All the Christmas gifts under the tree were labeled "for a girl" or "for a boy." The evening Will graduated high school, he'd looked out at the crowd of cheering families and seen only strangers.

Human nature favors the tribal. Tribalism engenders violence. It was ever thus and so it will ever be.

Home', it had struck her on the torturous drive back to London, wasn't Egerton Gardens, wasn't even Fox Corner. Home was an idea, and like Arcadia it was lost in the past.

I know you feel inhuman, and as if you are set apart, away from life and love, but... I promise you, the right man won't care.