Quotes About Belonging

I can't go to another country, Salva thought. If I do, my family will never find me.

Wherever I fly from my own dear nest, I always come back, for home is the best.

and only by assimilating into their community would they succeed.

I want to find something I've wanted all along Somewhere I belong

Om man vill vara högtidlig, kan man säga att jag hade hittat hem, har han sagt, och om man vill vara lustig, kan man tala om kärlek vid första ögonkastet.

We're so quick to cut away pieces of ourselves to suit a particular relationship, a job, a circle of friends, incessantly editing who we are until we fit in.

far noh mattah wat dey say, come wat may, we are here to stay inna Inglan, inna disya time yah...

You restored me to the concept of home.

You had bought us some other family's dream house.

Membership of a larger group is not an identity. Being Asian is not an identity. Being gay is not an identity. Being deaf, blind, or wheelchair-bound is not an identity, nor is being economically deprived.

the definition of the truly foreign locale is one that fosters a piercing and perpetual yearning to go home.

Being a Jew is like walking in the wind or swimming: you are touched at all points and conscious everywhere.

It's important to remember that teenagers form tribes with the express purpose of creating a group that doesn't include adults, so going outside of their group to get help from an adult—even for life-threatening behavior—can feel like a huge betrayal.

I'm still me, Mum, wherever I go in the world, I'm still just me.

His mum, like him, had no friends. It was as if they could tell, he thought, they could tell she wasn't ever going to be one of them. She was always going to be trying, never just being.

when I thought I was all alone in the world, there'd been a cast of people waiting in the background for me to come back to them, they'd been there all along. They picked me up and they took me with them.

That's one thing I've learned. If you're with the right people then you're generally in the right place.

If only I could visit you as a foreigner goes into a new country, learn the language of you, wander past all borders into every private and secret place, I would stay forever. I would become a citizen of you.

Every time you look at me, you'll remember that I'm half his." "No." His hand came to the side of her face, his thumb wiping her tears. "You're all mine." His voice was deep and shaken. "Every hair on your head. Every part of you was made to be loved by me.

I felt the kind of loneliness that can happen in a roomful of people when everyone but you seems to be in on the good time.

Cam had once told her that the Rom believed the entire world was their home. As long as you were with your family you were home.

He was charmed out of all reason as he watched her, this sandy, disheveled, storytelling mermaid, who seemed already to belong to him and yet wanted nothing to do with him. His heart worked in strange rhythms, as if it were struggling to adjust to a brand new metronome. What was happening to him?

Because I realized during the past few days that I can't leave doubt in anyone's mind about to whom you belong. Especially not yours.

It's a strange life, isn't it? ...A Rom with no tribe. No matter how hard you look, you can never find a home. Because to us, home is not a building or a tent or a vardo... home is a family.