Quotes About Belonging

Claude's kindergarten was full-day, six whole hours of sitting quietly and following rules and being away from home where someone—everyone—loved him best of all.

You have to help him unlearn it. You have to help him see that if he's disappearing from the world, that's too high a price to pay for fitting in.

if he's disappearing from the world, that's too high a price to pay for fitting in.

She had no idea what rung she occupied now, being not quite a servant yet not the same as well-bred people. But she didn't think she would like to be in society.

Giving and receiving love is vital to human existence. It is the glue that binds couples, families, communities, cultures, and nations.

A city becomes a world when one loves one of its inhabitants.

Almost every truly creative being alienated & expatriated in his own country

Home's where you go when you run out of homes.

What is love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry? Then it's not a good thing. Is it simply self-love? That's a good thing, but one mustn't make a virtue of it, or a profession.

You can go home again ... so long as you understand that home is a place where you have never been.

No matter where you are or what you're doing throughout the day, your heart should always be at home.

In plaats van naar de kerk te gaan (hun denken was niet verduisterd door de gedachte dat de kerk bestond uit gebouwen en organisatorische structuren) kwamen ze bijen als zijnde de kerk om gemeenschap te hebben in Zijn Tegenwoordigheid

Akron, Ohio, is my home. It will always be remembered. Akron, Ohio, is my life.

What can you take from me which is not already yours?

some houses have life—are home, are dwellings—and others don't. Dwelling is an old-fashioned word we've misplaced. When we live heart and soul, we dwell. When we belong

I'm not like Thomas Wolfe. I can go home again.

Japan will never change. It will never ever integrate gaijin, and my darling, here you will always be a gaijin and never Japanese. Book 3, p467

She wanted this feeling of home to settle inside her until it gave her the sweetest of dreams.

Home is in here [tapping temple]. Where you live is just a geographical preference.

Food from the platter / Water from the rain / The subject and the matter / I'm going home again / Can't sell a leaf to a tree / Nor the wind to the atmosphere / I know where I am meant to be / And I can't be satisfied here

A fourteen-year-old boy should never have to ask the questions Who is my mother? and Who are my family? These were not easy questions to formulate in the mind or the mouth because the question comes with others . . . What did I do to deserve this?

It is very frustrating not to be understood in this world. If you say one thing and keep being told that you mean something else, it can make you want to scream. But somewhere in the world there is a place for all of us, whether you are an electric form of decoration, peppermint-scented sweet, a source of timber, or a potato pancake.

There are some people who believe that home is where one hangs one's hat, but these people tend to live in closets and on little pegs.

We weren't friends[...]We were more like jigsaw pieces, each of us part of the same big picture. There are people like this wherever you go. They are part of the same mystery as you are, but you can't quite tell how you fit together. The world is a puzzle, and we can't solve it alone.