Quotes About Belonging

Is it true that you have an internalized sense of inferiority? What? That because on the one hand you, for obvious reasons, have not been and can never be fully assimilated into mainstream,

After two centuries here, why are we still not Americans? Why do we keep falling out of the story?

Maybe it's the dream of the open highway. The romantic myth of the West. A reminder that these funny little Orientals have actually been Americans longer than you have.

Able to pass in any situation as may be required," she says. "I get it all. Brazilian, Filipina, Mediterranean, Eurasian. Or just a really tan White girl with exotic-looking eyes. Everywhere I go, people think I'm one of them. They want to claim me for their tribe." "Must be amazing." "Yeah, I mean, I can be objectified by men of all races.

To be yellow in America...a special guest star, forever the guest. Fade to black.

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One of the benefits of aligning yourself with an indistinct cluster of people is that claiming to feel their pain is often enough.

I learned that when one of them dies, the Irish comes out of the rest of them whether they are Irish or not. A firefighter is Irish by culture even if he is a black man, and there were plenty of them here. The firehouse is one of the few places in Detroit that is integrated at all. The blacks run the department, but its soul will always be Irish.

He understood that everybody's somebody to someone. He

There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort.

Just as children thrive with loving kindness from a caregiver, so too we are sustained by friendship, spiritual nurture, and a sense of belonging throughout our lives. 34.

We all need one another; much and often. Just as every human creature needs a place to be alone in, a sacred, private "home" of his own, so all human creatures need a place to be together in, from the two who can show each other their souls uninterruptedly, to the largest throng that can throb and stir in unison.

The point of an animal was not for it to love you; it was that you could love it. In all it's otherness, your unbelonging to its kind, it could yet receive-boundlessly-your love.

This is the only world where I belong, the only place I fit in, the only thing I'm good at... why couldn't it all just stay perfect?

Homesickness starts with food

He said that I was his person," she told him. "He said that we all have people in the world we belong to. Connect with. And that I was his. He said that there was no denying it.

Besides, American ought to be a good thing, the kind of thing that brings everybody together instead of deciding who's good enough to be one and who isn't.

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If you're in your thirties or early forties and still single, did you ever get tired of going to church and not fitting in anywhere? You were too old for the college and careers class, but you felt a little out of place in the forty-five and above singles class. No offense to them! It was a great class and I knew some great people there, but I just felt like I didn't really fit anywhere.

Home is the one place in the world where you are safe from feeling put down or out, unentitled, or unwanted.

No one can touch that love or alter it or take it away from you. Your love for your son belongs only to you. It will live in you until the day you die.

It was my life - like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and scared. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was, to let it be.

To believe that I didn't need to reach with my bare hands anymore. To know that seeing the fish beneath the surface of the water was enough. That it was everything. It was my life - like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was, to let it be.

I didn't need to reach with my bare hands anymore. To know that seeing the fish beneath the surface of the water was enough. That it was everything. It was my life—like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was, to let it be.