Quotes About Belonging

This is my world as a Jew, Heshie. Yiddishkeit. You like to think I've abandoned being Jewish. You think I've lost my identity. But we come from different traditions. You don't even see my Jewishness because it doesn't look like yours.

Strange to be exiled from your own sex to borders that will never be home

I think home is the most beautiful word in the world—no matter what language one speaks.

But as long as you remember what you have seen, then nothing is gone. As long as you remember, it is part of this story we have together.

We are on the cusp of this time where I can say, "I speak as a citizen of the world" without others saying, "God, what a nut."

And since the gospel does not come as a disembodied message, but as the message of a community which claims to live by it and which invites others to adhere to it, the community's life must be so ordered that it "makes sense" to those who are so invited.

God's kingship is present in the church, but it must be insisted that it is not the property of the church. It

We have achieved the most amazing things, a few million people opening up half a continent. But we have not yet found a Canadian soul except in time of war. (On lack of national identity)

Some people need their families to become who they're supposed to be. And there's nothing wrong with that. But there are other ways to do it.

It was a worrying trend. Everybody else was deep into their own stories, and all the stories were woven together just beneath the surface into a web that included Plum. But what was Plum's story?

I've got no other home to go to, not anymore. When I look at England now I see a dead place, Rupert. A wasteland. I won't live in a wasteland. I'd rather die in paradise.

He felt like in gym class trying to look like part of the team while at the same desperately hoping nobody would pass him the ball.

It didn't matter where you were, if you were in a room full

I became my own only when I gave myself to Another.

anarchism and gift exchange share the assumption that it is not when a part of the self is inhibited and restrained, but when a part of the self is given away, that community appears.

We are each born into a situation—a particular body (its race, sex, health...), a set of ancestors, a community, a nation—and born into the stories told of each of these.

There is the family of our birth and then there is a more noble world to which we really belong; the richness of this ideal world is often proportional to the poverty of the real, as personal grandiosity is proportional to shame.

Your social standing isn't even in the telephone book.

I feel so at home in New York that I don't have the urge to write about it.

I feel like I've really made Laguna my home, and I've got this overwhelming urge now to sort of make friends.

It wasn't a conscious decision to search for my Asian self; it was an urgency born out of an emptiness I was trying to fill.

Like so many other young South Asians in America, I am the product of two cultures whose conflicting values pull at me with equal urgency. Never have I felt as torn between the two as I do about the question of marriage.

I am not facing the problem of emigration. I want my music to be acknowledged here first of all, in this country: after that, we shall see - perhaps the question will than become urgent.

We all belong to South Africa, and South Africa belongs to us all.