Quotes About Belonging

JOHNNA: When a Cheyenne baby is born, their umbilical cord is dried and sewn into this pouch. Turtles for girls, lizards for boys. And we wear it for the rest of our lives. JEAN: Wow. JOHNNA: Because if we lose it, our souls belong nowhere and after we die our souls will walk the Earth looking for where we belong.

So what's your team called?" asked Kate, twisting her legs into a pretzel-like configuration, "We're called the Winmates because we're inmates who win." Kate looked back and forth at Reynie and Constance, searching their expression for signs of delight. "You gave yourselves a name?" asked Constance. Now it was Kate's turn to be baffled. "You didn't? How can you have a team without a name?

I can't say for sure, because I have no experience, but -- well, is this what family is like? The feeling that everyone's connected, that with one piece missing the whole thing's broken?

I'm an orphan!" Constance cried gleefully. "I'm an orphan!" ~ The Prisoner's Dilemma

You must remember, family is often born of blood, but it doesn't depend on blood. Nor is it exclusive of friendship. Family members can be your best friends, you know. And best friends, whether or not they are related to you, can be your family.

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Is this what family is like: the feeling that everyone's connected, that with one piece missing, the whole thing's broken?

Was it worse for him, Reynie wondered, to have felt loved and then rejected? Or was it worse to have always felt alone?

I feel akin to the Platypus. An orphan in a family. A swimmer, a recluse. Part bird, part fish, part lizard.

That's why God gave us families - an community. No one is meant to live life alone, to carry their grief alone.

I don't want to own anything until I know I've found the place where me and things belong together. I'm not quite sure where that is just yet. But I know what it's like.... It's like Tiffany's.... Not that I give a hoot about jewelry. Diamonds, yes. But it's tacky to wear diamonds before you're forty...

When I am with my mother's people, I realize I have a lot to unlearn. I look to them to uncomplicated my notions of Tibet and Tibetans. They know where they are from; they live on the land. This assurance does not come in the same way to those of us in exile who experience a lack of certainty for is it not from the land that we get a sense of stability? Those of us born in exile inherit Tibet by inhabiting the memories of our elders.

Home, to me, was any place by my mother's side. Since my mother's death, the idea of home has assumed many forms. I use the word loosely to refer to India, Nepal and even Tibet when I am in San Francisco. Home is a place that is always imminent but never present. Or maybe it is the very opposite, maybe I am at ease whenever I am and the feeling of not belonging to any one place is a condition of being at home.

I have lived my life defined as a refugee in Nepal and India, a resident alien and immigrant in the United States. At last, I am a Tibetan in Tibet, a Khampa in Kham, albeit as a tourist in my occupied and tethered country.

We learn we cannot form deep roots because we do not have the right to place or citizenship, and because we do not have citizenship to a place we do not have the right to a voice. We are alienated from our own past and from the future of the countries we live in. Where we are is the best we can hope for. We learn to be grateful.

That might apply if these dragons were my friends," Winter objected, "but they're actually strangers who happened to get thrown into a group with me. They're not even IceWings. Why should they care what happens to Hailstorm?" "They care what happens to you," Glory said. "For some reason," added Deathbringer. "Entertainment value," offered Qibli.

You can do and say everything exactly the same as everyone else, but if there's one thing different about you, that's all they care about." "I assume so," Peril said. "I've never actually tried acting like other dragons." "Well, it doesn't work," he said. Something was glowing in his eyes, an old, old anger. "Trust me. You still end up banished from your own home.

Clay cared about his real brothers and sisters, too, although he'd only just met them. He felt instinctively like they were extensions of his own claws and wings. This was the family he'd always wanted.

I figured maybe I'd start by making friends with some other tribes first and gradually work my way back around to the NightWings, but you're hardly a NightWing at all, so that's OK, then." Moon winced. "Hardly a NightWing at all" was essentially what she'd been hearing in the NightWings' thoughts about her for months. It was a little brutal to hear someone just say it out loud.

Because happiness is not where I am . . . it's who I'm with.

It's time to prove that you really do belong in this prophecy.

She lifted her head, breathing in the wild sea air. This was where she was supposed to be. This was her ocean.

The greatest tribe in Pyrrhia!

Moon recognized one of them as Sora. The MudWing was doing some kind of breathing ritual where she imagined mud pouring over all her fears, burying them, so all Moon could see was ripples. Another dragonet was reading, but couldn't concentrate on the words; he kept thinking, Everyone will know I don't belong here.