Quotes About Belonging

There's something about being onstage, man. No matter what age I am or where I'm going, theater will constantly be the thing that accepts me and embraces me.

I lost myself, and a lot of characters I played, I have latched onto some of their identities just because I was so lacking in anything of my own.

Atlanta has accepted me with open arms. Baltimore is always my first home but being able to come here is special.

I loved Hackney because they embraced me really, like with open arms.

I feel like I'm really grateful that my parents chose Canada, and I feel like there's open arms here, and it's very apparent.

MMA has been very accepting. I wouldn't say that every gym you go to is as open as the gym I'm a part of. But they just accepted me with open arms.

I have the armour of self-worth that comes from having open-minded parents who felt there was nothing wrong with me.

Africa is my continent. It is where I opened my eyes.

There's not a lot of black Republicans that are willing to openly identify.

We always operated within a sense of community not just about the band. It's important to the way we define ourselves. It's the entire world in which we operate.

I've felt too stupid and inadequate amongst my ultra-intelligent course-mates, yet too geeky and opinionated for commercial radio.

It was a poor thing she felt for anyone to be born a foreigner.

It is better not to be different from one's fellows. The ugly and the stupid have the best of it in this world.

Harlem was home; was where we belonged; where we knew and were known in return; where we felt most alive; where, if need be, somebody had to take us in. Harlem defined us, claiming our consciousness and, I suspect, our unconsciousness. (Page 64)

Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never, never allows us to forget that we belong to it.

The brave find a home in every land

In no company had I ever felt so much an outsider. Yet I liked the company, and wished that it would like me.

We all know what birds of a feather do. And it may be safely surmised that if a bird of any particular feather has been for a long while unable to see other birds of its kind, it will flock with them all the more assiduously when they happen to alight in its vicinity.

But she loves me. Me. Just the way I am.

What if all I'd ever known was how it had been for the past three years - me being an unwanted outsider in my own family? I might have turned out like Aphrodite, and I might still be letting my parents control me because I was hoping desperately that I would be good enough, make them proud, so that some day they would really love me.

But you don't belong here! You're dead!I sobbed against his chest. Zo,babe,this is the Otherworld. It's not me who doesn't belong here-it's you. Memory crashed over me, drowning me with despair and darkness and reality as my world shattered,and evrything went black.

A sense of belonging is not physical. We cant find it by changing where we live or what we do. We have to carry it within us

I am part-demon, part-human. What else does that make me? She answered his question with one of her own. I am part-centaur, part-human. Does that make me a mutant? It makes you a miracle. She held his gaze. Exactly.

Und was passiert, wenn du nicht mehr da bist, um [...] mich immer daran zu erinnern, wie ein Zuhause ist?