Quotes About Belonging

This is what it feels like to be part of a family. I like the way it feels!

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.

It was a half-grown puppy with long legs and a long tail, belonging to no one species, but generously distributing itself among about six.

Antes de amarte, amor, nada era mío: vacilé por las calles y las cosas: nada contaba ni tenía nombre: el mundo era del aire que esperaba.

Si consideras largo y loco el viento de banderas que pasa por mi vida y te decides a dejarme a la orilla del corazón en que tengo raíces, piensa, que en ese día, a esa hora, levantaré los brazos y saldrán mis raíces a buscar otra tierra.

De nadie seré, solo de ti. Hasta que mis huesos se vuelvan cenizas y mi corazón deje de latir.

È così ingiusta l'anima senza radici: rifiuta la bellezza che le offrono, cerca il suo disgraziato territorio e solo in esso il martirio e la pace.

A multidão humana foi a maior lição da minha vida. Posso chegar a ela com a inerente timidez do poeta, com o receio do tímido; mas, uma vez no seu seio, sinto-me transfigurado.. Sou parte da essencial maioria, sou mais uma folha da grande árvore humana.

I go so far as to think you own the universe.

Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in this world? Why do I move without wanting to, why am I not able to sit still? Why do I go rolling without wheels, flying without wings or feathers, and why did I decide to migrate if my bones live in Chile?

Foreigners, here it is, this is my homeland, here I was born and here live my dreams.

Yet what I truly disliked, in certain gloomy moments and not always consciously, was my skin color itself

There was something about the prairie for me—it wasn't where I had come from, but when I moved there it just took me in and I knew I couldn't ever stop living under that big sky.

As young people, we are surrounded by expectations that may have little to do with who we really are, expectations held by people who are not trying to discern our selfhood but to fit us into slots.

What we mean when we say that something is cultural is that it is roughly similar to what we find in other members of the particular group we are considering, and unlike what we would find in members of a contrast group. This is why it is confusing to say that people share a culture, as if culture were common property. We may have strictly identical amounts of money in our respective wallets without sharing any of it!

Something else, something I couldn't put my finger on, had made me turn back. Perhaps no more than a feeling that this was my place now, that I had to make my life work here.

I had come to a place where I was meant to be. I don't mean anything so prosaic as a sense of coming home. This was different, very different. It was like arriving at a place much safer than home.

Conroy writes that, while part of him was following the basketball game from the bench, the other part, an embassy of a completely sovereign nation, would fling its doors open to the most authentic part of me.

My friends had always come from outside the mainstream. I had always been popular with the fifth column of my peers, those individuals who were princely in their solitude, lords of their own unpraised melancholy.

I bet they love those games on Friday night more than they do segregation.

beneficent realization that he was a stranger no longer, that he belonged

You have to love what you can always come back to, what's home waiting for you.

pervasive part of the island culture

Here in Raine, I can walk with the sunlight on my face. I can speak to anyone who speaks to me. I can learn my daughter's language. I can be called the name I was given when I was born. Here I am no longer my own secret. Will you let me stay?