Quotes About Belonging

A man could not always be where he belonged, though.

The audience falls in love with a leading man because he'll never belong to any of them.

It's getting almost so bad a colored man hasn't got any country.

No sane black man really wants integration! No sane white man really wants integration!

There has to be something wrong when a man or a woman leaves his own people and marries somebody of another kind.

When I was a youngster I lived with different families. I nearly always felt closer to the man of the house. Maybe because I always dreamed of having a father of my own.

London is like the grave in one respect -- any man can make himself at home there; and whenever a man finds himself homeless elsewhere, he had better either die or go to London.

But he knows that no man is an island.

I know enough to know that no man is an island.

In the Borderlands, sheepherder, if a man has the raising of a child, that child is his, and none can say different.

Man loves most that which is his own.

What sort of space is that which separates a man from his fellows and makes him solitary?

Wherever you may seek solitude, men will ferret you out and compel you to belong to their desperate company of oddfellows.

The man who loves home best, and loves it most unselfishly, loves his country best.

Long before it legally served me, the bar saved me. It restored my faith when I was a boy, tended me as a teenager, and when I was a young man the bar embraced me.

The first grave. Now we're getting someplace. Houses and children and graves, that's home, Tom. Those are the things that hold a man down.

But a man needs company.

My dad was Jewish. My mom is not. So I was not raised anything.

Give your life to the one who already owns your breath and your moments.

My mom says that when it rains you never feel like you should be anywhere but home.

For some people, home is family and their mom's house or their girl or whatever, and I have those experiences as well, but the biggest thing for me is Chicago. I don't know how to explain it.

When someone deeply listens to you, your barefeet are on the earth, and a beloved land that seemed distant, is now at home within you.

I don't know my biological father. That could have had a huge impact on my life had it not been for the fact that my dad married my mom when I was one and raised me as his own.

I do remember being teased by my cousins on my mom's side for not being black enough. And then I'd spend the summer with my dad and be sent to all white summer camps where I was 'that black girl.'