Quotes About Belonging

Often it sickened me to hear people speak their native tongues fluently. It was as if they were unable to think and feel anything but what their language so readily served up to them.

A house is a compressed territory where our basic needs can be fulfilled close by and safely.

I preferred to set off and perish in search of my own kind than to live a lonely half-life of physical comfort and spiritual death on this murderous island.

If there's only one nation in the sky, shouldn't all passports be valid for it?

A guy like that, a wanderer who'd go anywhere but fit in nowhere.

In a word, a concert hall is a place where middle-class white people can feel safe together.

And how do I know that the hate of death is not like a man who has lost his home when young and does not know where his home is to return to?

I wish I believed in something, Madison thought. I wish I belonged somewhere.

Aku ingin melihat kehidupan. Aku milik rakyat. Aku harus melihat mereka, aku harus mendengarkan mereka, dan bersentuhan dengan mereka. Aku merasa bahagia kalau berada di tengah mereka. Bagiku mereka adalah roti kehidupan. Aku membutuhkan massa rakyat.

Dibanding dengan wilayah kepulauan kami, Irian Barat hanya selebar daun kelor, tetapi Irian Barat adalah sebagian dari tubuh kami. Apakah seseorang akan membiarkan salah satu anggota tubuhnya diamoutasi tanpa melakukan perlawanan? Apakah seseorang tidak akan berteriak kesakitan apabila ujung jarinya dipotong?

Returning home is the most difficult part of long-distance hiking; You have grown outside the puzzle and your piece no longer fits.

Siobhan's smiled broadened, "Aye, it matters naught where one is born, as long as one discovers where one is truly meant to be." -- The Countess by Claire Delacroix

As soon as she says this, I realize she is just like everyone else, and wish I was back at home so that all the things I do not understand could be the same as they always are.

I was isolated but not ostracized, ignored but not abused.

But do you know this idea of the imaginary homeland? Once you set out from shore on your little boat, once you embark, you'll never truly be at home again. What you've left behind exists only in your memory, and your ideal place becomes some strange imaginary concoction of all you've left behind at every stop.

Knitting has a profound connective power. The culture and people and rituals around it, the values, they all contribute to an immediate and profound trust in one another. It's home. You belong and are accepted, which rings true no matter where you are.

I've never before understood that I too can be needed and wanted. I've been the youngest child for so long that I never seen myself any other way.

They gave me a name and alienated me from myself.

Se eu me confirmar e me considerar verdadeira, estarei perdida porque não saberei onde engastar meu novo modo de ser - se eu for adiante nas minhas visões fragmentárias, o mundo inteiro terá que se transformar para eu caber nele.

In my core I have the strange impression that I don't belong to the human species

I write because I have nothing else to do in the world: I was left over and there is no place for me in the world of men

Who was she asking? God? She didn't think about God, God didn't think about her. God belongs to those who can manage to get hem.

What I meant was that despite everything she belonged to a stubborn race of dwarves that one day might reclaim the right to scream.

Já me parece sinceramente não pertencer mais a nenhum lugar, tenho medo disso. Mas vamos deixar o futuro ao futuro.