Quotes About Belonging

I was a pebble. I was a leave. I was the jagged branch of a tree. I was nothing to them and they were everything to me.

I'm also reminded of how those words no longer belong only to me; how, when we identify with what another has said or written, we use those words as an articulation of our own inner voices, not only as a celebration of theirs.

So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me.

It was all unknown to me then...everything except the fact that I didn't have to know. That it was enough to trust that what I'd done was true....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.

planting a root in the very center of my rootlessness.

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.

We are all savages inside. We all want to be the chosen, the beloved, the esteemed.

We are here to build the house. It's our work, our job, the most important gig of all: to make a place that belongs to us, a structure composed of our own moral code. Not the code that only echoes imposed cultural values, but the one that tells us on a visceral level what to do. You know what's right for you and what's wrong for you.

There is a world of people out there who will love you for who you are. A whole, vibrant, fucked-up, happy, conflicted and joyous mass of people.

There is a world of people out here who will love you for who you are. A whole, vibrant, fucked-up, happy, conflicted, joyous, and depressed mass of people who will say, You're gay? So the fuck what? We want you to be among us. That's the message of the It Gets Better Project. Hold on, it says, and stick it out, because guess what? It gets better.

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.

researcher Charles Handy at the London Business School concluded: Trust gives people a sense of belonging. When people feel they're active members of their work community—not merely hired help—they become interested in the company's future and willingly dedicate their time and talent.119

As researcher Charles Handy at the London Business School concluded: Trust gives people a sense of belonging. When people feel they're active members of their work community—not merely hired help—they become interested in the company's future and willingly dedicate their time and talent.119

Some experts even say the idea of India is wrong;

Mrs. Harker gave us a cup of tea, and I can honestly say that, for the first time since I have lived in it, this old house seemed like home.

The land is everyone's and no one's.

When asked by an anthropologist what the Indians called America before the white man came, an Indian said simply, "Ours."

Writing is my time machine, takes me to the precise time and place I belong.

Because my father was a slave, and my people died to build this country, and I am going to stay here and have a part of it just like you. And no fascist-minded people will drive me from it.

The Negro is the child of two cultures — Africa and America. The problem is that in the search for wholeness all too many Negroes seek to embrace only one side of their natures.

A house that does not have one worn, comfy chair in it is soulless.

There's no place like home... except Grandma's.

Homecoming unites the past and the present.

Homecoming means coming home to what is in your heart.