Quotes About Belonging

Jews are always strangers,' Harriet thought

We had no desire to live in Istanbul, nor in Paris or New York. Let them have their discos and dollars, their skycrapers and supersonics transports. Let them have their radios and their color TV, hey, we have ours, don't we? But we have something they don't have. Heart. We have heart. Look, look how the light of life seeps into my very heart

Ka found it very soothing: for the first time in years, he felt part of a family. In spite of the trials and responsibilities of what was called 'family', he saw now the joys of its unyielding togetherness, and was sorry not to have known more of it in his life.

It was in Cihangir that i first learned Istanbul was not an anonymous multitude of walled-in lives - a jungle of apartments where no one knew who was dead or who was celebrating what - but an archipelago of neighbourhoods in which everyone knew each other.

La razón fundamental de mi soledad es que ni siquiera yo sé de qué historia formo parte.

The essential reason for my loneliness is that I don't even know where I belong.

Çünkü içinizde kalbinize nakÅŸeylediÄŸiniz bir sevgilinin yüzü ya??yorsa eÄŸer, dünya hala sizin evinizdir.

I've never left Istanbul, never left the houses, streets, and neighborhoods of my childhood.

Edebi romana, büyük romanlara, hayat? anlamland?racak bir rehber gibi ihtiyaç duymam?z?n nedeni, kendimizi dünyada evde hissedememizdir.

pag. 74 I am a tree The essential reason for my loneliness is that I don't even know where I belong. I was supposed to be part of a story, but I fell from there like a leaf in autumn.

It doesn't matter where you live, here or in your beloved Europe; you'll always be imitating them; you'll always be groveling." "If I'm happy, that's all I care about." "You can go now!" shouted Blue. "And know this: People who seek only happiness never find it.

I've accepted the city into which I was born in the same way I've accepted my body and my gender.

pag. 74 I am a tree The essntial reason for my loneliness is that I don't even know where I belong. I was supposed to be part of a story, but I fell from there like a leaf in autumn. (My name is Red )

Their imaginations were fed by exile, a nourishment drawn not through roots but through rootlessness. My imagination, however, requires that I stay in the same city, on the same street, in the same house, gazing at the same view. Istanbul's fate is my fate. I am attached to this city because it has made me who I am.

To God belongs the East and the West ,' I said in Arabic like the late Enishte.

Home is anywhere that you know all your friends and all your enemies.

Every person is defined by the communities she belongs to.

What am I now, Alai? Still good. At what? At--anything. There's a million soldiers who'd follow you to the end of the universe. I don't want to go to the end of the universe. So where do you want to go? They'll follow you. I want to go home, thought Ender, but I don't know where it is.

Bean could see the hunger in their eyes. Not the regular hunger, for food, but the real hunger, the deep hunger, for family, for love, for belonging.

Everything we do means something, Ender realized. Them laughing. Me not laughing. He toyed with the idea of trying to be like the other boys. But he couldn't think of any jokes, and none of theirs seemed funny. Wherever their laughter came from, Ender couldn't find such a place in himself.

He toyed with the idea of trying to be like the other boys. But he couldn't think of any jokes, and none of theirs seemed funny. Wherever their laughter came from, Ender couldn't find such a place in himself. He was afraid, and fear made him serious.

It was even before he left Earth that he first thought of it as a planet, like any other, not particularly his own.

I must rejoice that I am part of her, instead of resenting that I am not more of her.

Loneliness is at the heart of Ender's Game, and the reason it works so well is because it carries with it the firm assurance that even though Ender never feels himself to belong,the reader knows he does belong, that he is the ultimate insider even though he stands outside.