Quotes About Belonging

He had no place in the world, he said once, therefore he could go everywhere.

They rode horses as white as hoarfrost. Snow and star and dark whipped around one another to etch a fine-boned face, eyes of night and crystal fire. Their mantles were of dark wind and snow; their wild hair caught snow and falling stars. The boy watched them, too, longing for their beauty, their mastery over cold and storm. Come to us. This is not your true home. You belong elsewhere. You belong with us.

Since people of necessity see things from their own perspective, much of what they say adds up to comforting ideas or outright propaganda for themselves and the groups to which they belong.

But...if it's so awful and difficult who not try to become a group? Be accepted? He glittered at me for a moment, then said, I would rather be mad.

Cuando regresé a la Universidad me fui a vivir con un amigo, un compañero de estudios. Se llamaba Kermit. Vivía cerca del colegio con su familia. Tenía un hermano y una hermana menores que él y aquella casa era un caos.—Robert sonrió—. Pero era un hogar, ¿comprendes? No, no puedes comprenderlo si nunca has carecido de uno verdadero.

East, west, home's best.' The words rang in his mind. There wasn't any place like the one where the world had come alive to you, where you knew every stick and stone, every man, woman and child, where you could look around you and know that the men of your blood had had their

my body has become another country and I feel like an unemployed illegal alien how will I survive where I do not belong I belong with you

We are all united by one single desire: to be valued by another.

And they shall live with His face in view, and that they belong to Him will show on their faces. Darkness will no longer be. They will have no need of lamps or sunlight because God the Lord will be radiant in their midst. And they will reign through the ages of ages. REV. 22:4–5

Fact 1: It is okay to be who you are wherever you are.

We don't consume the merits of Christ or the services of the church. We are participants, not spectators. Accordingly

It sounds as if you are trapped in a cycle of thinking about yourself and how you don't belong in the world.

O amor pertence a outro reino. Não o podemos fabricar a pedido. Nem o podemos subjugar quando aparece. O amor não é uma escolha nossa.

It's possible to grow up in the wrong house, on the wrong street, in the wrong town, in the wrong part of the country. It's possible to go to the wrong school. To have the wrong dad. To be pushed to do the wrong things. But it is also possible to survive all these psychic indignities if you have one, maybe two people who recognize you for who you are.

Unless you somehow have a foot outside of your culture, the culture will swallow you whole.

Belonging cues are behaviors that create safe connection in groups. They include, among others, proximity, eye contact, energy, mimicry, turn taking, attention, body language, vocal pitch, consistency of emphasis, and whether everyone talks to everyone else in the group.

Feelings of inclusion depend not so much on having frequent social contacts or numerous relationships as on how accepted we feel, even in just a few key relationships.

Even a feeble-minded man wants to be like other men.

Even a feeble-minded man wants to be like other men. A child may not know how to feed itself, or what to eat, yet it knows hunger.

Is life worth living in the jaws of society's trash can for misfit minds? What can I possibly achieve or contribute to mankind in this steel and concrete box with a damn loud laughing wall that moves? Just give up?

I just want to be smart like other pepul so I can have lots of frends who like me.

Somehow I've become separated emotionally from everyone and everything. And what I was really searching for out there in the dark streets—the last damned place I could ever find it—was a way to make myself a part of people again emotionally, while still retaining my freedom intellectually. I've got to grow up. For me it means everything. . . .

Até um homem de mente fraca quer ser como os outros homens. Uma criança pode não saber como se alimentar, ou o que comer, mas ela conhece a fome.

Other people had something I lacked something denied me. In my mental blindness, I had believed it was somehow connected with the ability to read and write, and I was sure that if I could get those skills I would have intelligence too. Even a feeble-minded man wants to be like other men. A child may not know how to feed itself, or what to eat, yet it knows hunger.