Quotes About Belonging

I will not return to a universe of objects that do not know each other, as if islands were not the long lost children of one great continent

He didn't need a home. but at the moment, he needed a place. Somewhere to rest his head, to regroup, to be still. If they would take him back. ~Eli

I was trying to break out of the suburbs, and when I did break out, I don't think I took my whole self with me - I think I played a role of being too cool and hip.

Now the uncle spoke up. 'This cannot be,' he said. 'The human being is designed for many things. Loneliness is not one of them.' ... Mrs. Ramani leaned into me, and said, as a statement of fact. 'We are not meant to go through this life alone.

The human being is designed for many things. Loneliness is not one of them. We are not meant to go through this life alone.

In becoming someone's anyone, I became no one's only one.

I want to ask him if he thinks I can get used to being seen like this, being loved like this. I want to ask him why I can be myself around him. Why I still belong to myself around him.

I'm a superstar alien from another galaxy! Where is my herd?

By human soul, I mean an individual person's ultimate place in the more-than-human world—his or her place in the Earth community, not just in a human society.

We were not sure how to receive them, even though they were our boys.

Somebody, somewhere Wants me and needs me And that's very wonderful to know.

Let's go home.

I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.

My home is not a place, it is people.

All we really have here on this earth is those who love us.

That's all everyone wants—to be loved. To belong. To be forgiven for their sins.

Charles Dickens once said that "Home" is simply a name, a word, but it's a strong one; stronger than any magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration. And when I saw Blake again after we thought he'd died, as I held his son's hand in that hospital room, I finally understood how, sometimes, "Home" is not a place. It's a person . . .

wonder if something like that can leave a DNA fingerprint of sorts. Something that creates a physical longing in one for a place in order to feel whole.

We . . . all just need to feel worthy, don't we? To be loved. To belong. Because if we don't feel that we belong somewhere, how can we ever call it home? Isn't it a most basic survival thing, because to be cast out of a group, or a herd, can mean death?

As she held her new baby in her arms, it had hit hard—it was the first time in her life she was looking at family who looked like her. And it made her think that there were more people out there of her blood. Her curiosity grew intense.

Moj, pomislila je, i ta je pomisao bila bolna, gorkoslatka, misao nade i o?aja u jednome. Bio je njezin imenom, i po crkvenom i po svjetovnom zakonu. Ali nijedan ga zakon nije mogao u?initi istinski, potpuno njezinim. Za to ?e se trebati dugo i tvrdokorno boriti.

we grow in connection with others.

He wasn't doing anything fancy; he just seemed wholly at home in his skin.

Like all sororities, we find that half, maybe more, of the fun is in keeping others out. So much for the sweet part.