Quotes About Belonging

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

This is the city, and I am one of the citizens/Whatever interests the rest interests me

The earth, that is sufficient, I do not want the constellations any nearer, I know they are very well where they are, I know they suffice for those who belong to them.

Kurayakan diri, kunyanyikan diri, Apa yang kusangka akan kau sangka, Untuk tiap atom milikku ialah juga milikmu. (Walt Whitman)

The point is that in society everybody must answer the question of what he is—as distinct from the question of who he is—

I just wanted to be a human being. I just wanted to be whoever I saw in the mirror, without a race or a place in life. What is so wrong with that?

So does that mean your real parents didn't want you?

my relationship with the Jewish people became my strongest human tie once I achieved complete clarity about our precarious position among the nations of the world.

We are so apt, in our engrossing egotism, to consider all those accessories which are drawn around us by prosperity, as pertaining and belonging to our own persons, that the discovery of our unimportance, when left to our own proper resources, becomes inexpressibly mortifying.

Friends and family, as well as my personal relationship with the Lord, are more important than anything else.

When I got the tattoo, I knew I was drawing a crooked line between myself and society.

a group of refugee boys who had survived the unimaginable, strangers now in an unfamiliar land, playing the game with passion, focus, and grace that seemed, for a brief moment anyway, to nullify the effects of whatever misfortune they had experienced in the past.

How many of us know that, because Christ is risen, we are therefore alive "unto God" and not unto ourselves? How many of us dare not use our time, or money, or talents as we would, because we realize they are the Lord's, not ours? How many of us have such a strong sense that we belong to Another that we dare not squander a shilling of our money, or an hour of our time, or any of our mental or physical powers?

Once what you are doing has for you meaning, it is irrelevant whether you're happy or unhappy. You are content—you are not alone in your Spirit—you belong.1

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.*

you're a member of the human race, not a sub-group. Here, you're a nation of the world with a global awareness, rather than a patriot of any one country.

I've found my 'real' father in Jesus. The rest is just the meaningless past.

I don't think you're aloud to be homeschooled if you don't have a home.

Then a few months ago I found myself talking to the tree. An entire conversation, just me and a tree. And on the climb down I felt like crying. Why didn't I have someone real to talk to? Why didn't I have a best friend like everyone else seemed to? Sure, there were kids I knew at school, but none of them were close friends. They'd have no interest in climbing the tree. In smelling the sunshine.

Al igual que, de repente, yo no encajaba en ninguna parte. Ni en la escuela, ni en la casa... y cada vez que me daba vuelta, otra persona que había conocido desde siempre se sentía como un extraño para mí. Incluso, me sentí como un extraño.

There are moments when the heart is generous, and then it knows that for better or worse our lives are woven together here, one with one another and with the place and all the living things.

I believe that the community - in the fullest sense: a place and all its creatures - is the smallest unit of health and that to speak of the health of an isolated individual is a contradiction in terms. (pg. 146, Health is Membership)

and in some of the people of the town and community surrounding it, one of the characteristic diseases of the twentieth century was making its way: the suspicion that they would be greatly improved if they were somewhere else.

No matter how much one may love the world as a whole, one can live fully in it only by living responsibly in some small part of it. Where we live and who we live there with define the terms of our relationship to the world and to humanity. We thus come again to the paradox that one can become whole only by the responsible acceptance of one's partiality.