Quotes About Belonging

I feel most at home in the United States, not because it is intrinsically a more interesting country, but because no one really belongs there any more than I do. We are all there together in its wholly excellent vacuum.

Was there anything better than to be wanted? Was that all anyone really needed?

How could she not be with someone forever when even their feet-his huge, not especially attractive feet, with their long hairy toes-felt like home?

És como uma almofada preferida. Tenho de te levar para todo o lado.

She was the missing ingredient they needed. The hint of nutmeg. Connie

She had joined a tai chi class in the park down the road. She was the only one under the age of seventy. Heather had never been the sort of woman to have girlfriends, but for some reason she fit right in to this elderly circle. "They make me laugh," she said. "And they don't demand anything from me.

The size of the land can be humbling. It puts my human existence into perspective, not in the sense of feeling like a bug on the windshield of life, but more a feeling of belonging to something too big to comprehend. The times when I have a view of the broad vistas sometimes make me feel as big as the land. I love the size of the land, how it rolls on and on, untamed and for the most part untouched.

You need to have a kind of home port where you put down anchor when the hurricane comes; you must stay connected to your roots. That helps you to have humility and an understanding of your true self.

But no one came. My father was safe, and his family was together in a free land. We'd left virtually everything we had behind—our home, furniture, clothes, and possessions. Our lifelong friends, too. We'd left behind the fields we'd lovingly tilled, the fig and cherry trees that I cherished, and the farm animals that were once so important to us. My father had nothing to show for the business that he'd worked so hard to establish and grow.

My brothers are retro-refugees in the new exile of the asylum-seekers' hostel.

By building relations we create a source of love and personal pride and belonging that makes living in a chaotic world easier.

The two words that I've arrived at to describe what we all need to feel about ourselves, children and adults, in order to perceive ourselves accurately, are worthy and welcome. If you don't feel worthy and welcome, you really won't know what to do with yourself. You won't know how to behave in a world of other people. You won't think you deserve to get what you need.

The top is so appropriate, this is just where I belong.

Besides, the normal people here wouldn't see it. That was what "different" meant. It's just another word for lonely.

I think above all else it is freedom I search for in my work, in these far-flung places, to find a group of people who give each other the room to be in whatever way they need to be.

She rested her head against his and felt, for the first time, what she would often feel with him: a self-affection. He made her like herself. With him, she was at ease: her skin felt as though it was her right size.

It's important to him, presenting this to me. I take his hand and he pulls me in and kisses me on the temple and we look through the windows again as if the house and everything inside it belongs to both of us.

After all, in private, we're all misfits

Taigh na Collie,

Leaving Inishmore' by Michael Longley, from Selected Poems (1998, p.22). What

There is an incongruity inherent to in being a cop and being formerly Amish. Those two worlds are incompatible and clash in a fundamental and profound way. One repels the other and there is no reconciliation. There's no fitting them together no matter how hard you try to pound the pieces into place. The divergence of those two worlds is a beast that tracks me as I pull into the long gravel lane of my brother's farm.

I lacked both community and purpose.

You belong to God, so no matter what the enemy is able to accomplish in your life, God will turn the tables on him and turn your disaster into a miracle.

Lincoln's heartbeat picked up a little, the way it always did when he rounded that last bend in the road and saw home waiting up ahead. Home.