Quotes About Belonging

Where else? I belong to a lost generation and am comfortable only in the company of others who are lost and lonely.

How good I would feel if I could be something that called itself neither man nor woman.

Everyone wants to be accepted by a world that is unacceptable

As children, in haystacks, caught in a storm, we thought: Someone can see us. We are all seen.

See over there, I can be me, he says. I smile but it makes me sad. I haven't found any safe spaces. Damien says, you're safe with me. Until I'm not. He raises an eyebrow. With you I mean, I add. I dream about an internship on the West Coast, but there is nothing for me to do. I am not the president's daughter. I've never met a movie star. I barely watch television.

He is patriotic but not sentimental so Mom and I think the placement is ironic but it stays because Dad sometimes feels like a minority in his own home.

I've always felt weird about coming to Nigeria. Everything is always so overwhelming and aggressive from the moment we step out of the airport and into a country that my father loves so deeply he had to run away from it. But I've never had a choice. No one has ever asked me. Each summer, my father's momentum dragged us all home.

Je suis toutes ces choses. Toutes ces choses, mais j'ai déjà eu une mère, et elle m'aimait.

I always knew who I was and where I had come from. I was not looking for a home in other people's lands.

Suddenly it becomes possible that there are just others, that we ourselves are an "other" among others.

Rokkahaa mie. Antero on etunim. Antiksihaa minnuu on sanottu koko ikän, ja niin mie sanon itekkii.

You are angry Jason. You, are angry. I get that. I get it. I mean without family who the fuck are we?

The world is going to crack in half: that's what is happening! And it will break across us, the old people...we don't belong here or there. Lord have mercy!

When the Lord's sheep are a dirty grey, all black sheep are more comfortable.

Sex in space is not about going somewhere else to have sex; it's ultimately about expanding beyond our immediate neighborhood, into a Universe to which we belong.

What is it to inhabit a world? How does one make the world one's own? What is it to lose one's world?

We are thirteen, almost fourteen, and these streets of Sea Cliff are ours.

We are thirteen, almost fourteen, and these streets of Sea Cliff are ours. We walk these streets to our school perched high over the Pacific and we run these streets to the beaches, which are cold, windswept, full of fishermen and freaks. We know these wide streets and how they slope, how they curve toward the short, and we know their houses.

The heartland lies where the heart longs to be. Sometimes it takes a lifetime to find the true place to plant it.

Most of us have nicknames—annoying, endearing, embarrassing. But what about your true name? It is not necessarily your given name. But it is the one to which you are most eager to respond when called. Ever wonder why? Your true name has the secret power to call you .

Home is) a place we carry inside ourselves, a place where we welcome the unfamiliar because we know that as time passes it will become the very bedrock of our being.

I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me--they, and the love and loyaty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.

The siren that is this city speaks to us insistently even after we've moved away. She belongs to us, truly, and to each in a different way. Paris nous appartient.

Because I'm not a white boy, I'm not white enough for white folks. And because I wasn't born into the middle class, I'm not completely accepted by the mainstream. And sometimes, if you can believe it, I'm not ghetto enough for the mainstream or middle class enough for the ghetto or black enough for white folks!