Quotes About Belonging

A person who had no one would be well advised to cobble together some passable ghost.

Qual es lo peor: Que soy pobre o que soy americano?

I think the dead have no nationality.

Where there is no vital community to hold up precious ethical and religious ideals, there can be no coming to a moral commitment—only personal accomplishment is applauded.

My dear Elinor, you were obviously born into the wrong story," said Dustfinger at last.

Are you really going to catch us and take us back to Esther? We don't belong to her, you know." Embarrassed, Victor stared at his shoes. "Well, children all have to belong to somebody," he muttered. "Do you belong to someone?" "That's different." "Because you're a grown-up?

Quite suddenly Meggie felt fear rise in her like black brackish water, she felt lost, terribly lost, she felt it in every part of her. She didn't belong here! What had she done?

Whenever he felt the sharp pangs of homesickness he had come back here to his old enemies, where he didn't feel quite so out of place.

Nonsense!" she shouted. "Where are you going to go? We all belong together. Your problems are our problems.

Vielleicht gehören wir alle nicht nur in eine Geschichte.

Yet Bastian knew he couldn't leave without the book. It was clear to him that he had only come to the shop because of this book. It had called him in some mysterious way, because it wanted to be his, because it had somehow always belonged to him. Michael Ende, The Neverending Story

Ingen visste bättre vad som försiggick än de, som ingenstans hörde hemma

My darling," she said at last, "are you sure you don't mind being a mouse for the rest of your life?" "I don't mind at all," I said. "It doesn't matter who you are or what you look like so long as somebody loves you." Roald Dahl, The Witches

I figured some people have edges that don't allow them to slot neatly into the holes society expects them to fit into, that was all.

I didn't mean to come here, And I didn't mean to stay, It's just where the sea wind blew me, One accidental day. ... It wasn't where I meant to be, And it wasn't where I had my start, But now I'll never leave these rain-soaked bogs Because Berk is where I left my heart!

We're the unknown Americans, the ones no one even wants to know, because they've been told they're supposed to be scared of us and because maybe if they did take the time to get to know us, they might realize that we're not that bad, maybe even that we're a lot like them. And who would they hate then?

I felt the way I often felt in this country - simultaneously conspicuous and invisible, like an oddity whom everyone noticed but chose to ignore

Because a place can do many things against you, and if it's your home or if it was your home at one time, you still love it. That's how it works.

Maybe it's the instinct of every immigrant, born of necessity or of longing: Someplace else will be better than here. And the condition: if only I can get to that place.

The truth was that I didn't know which I was. I wasn't allowed to claim the thing I felt and I didn't feel the thing I was supposed to claim.

I know some people here think we're trying to take over, but we just want to be a part of it. We want to have our stake. This is our home, too.

Finding is for things that are lost. You don't need to find me, Mayor.

We're the unknown Americans, the ones no one even wants to know, because they've been told they're supposed to be scared of us and because maybe if they did take the time to get to know us, they might realize that we're not that bad, maybe even that we're a lot like them. And who would they hate then?

I'd spent my whole life feeling like that. Like everybody else was onto something that I couldn't seem to find, that I didn't even know existed.I wanted to figure it out, the secret to having the easy life that everyone else seemed to have, where they fit in and were good at everything they tried. Year after year, I waited for it all to fall into place--every September I told myself, This year will be different--but year after year, it was all just the same.