Quotes About Belonging

Come home with me tonight, Becca. She stared at him for a long beat. You don't like people in your space. I don't, he said. But you're not people.

Just because you've never felt like you fit in doesn't mean anything's wrong with you. It means you haven't found your place yet.

Home is where, when you go there and tell people to get out, they have to leave.

Children are a precious gift, but they belong to no one but themselves. They are only lent us a little while.

Lacuna peered at my shirt. Aer-O-Smith. Arrowsmith. Does the shirt belong to your weapon dealer? No. Then why do you wear the shirt of someone else's weapon dealer?

When a group comes together around something they love," I said, "it changes things. It changes how they see one another. It becomes a community. Something greater than the sum of its parts.

She is my child," Charity objected. "She was," Forthill corrected her, "if only for a time. Children are a precious gift, but they belong to no one but themselves. They are only lent us a little while.

Despite my struggles, Mister had been an understanding soul, and I eventually came to realize that I was a part of his little family, and by his gracious consent was allowed to remain in his apartment. Cats. Go figure. I

I eventually came to realise that I was a part of his little family, and by his gracious consent was allowed to remain in his apartment. Cats. Go figure.

Home, like love, hate, war, and peace, is one of those words that is so important that it doesn't need more than one syllable. Home is part of the fabric of who humans are. Doesn't matter if you're a vampire or a wizard or a secretary or a schoolteacher; you have to have a home, even if only in principle—there has to be a zero point from which you can make comparisons to everything else. Home tends to be it.

We're all Americans tonight.

The passengers weren't treated like refugees but rather long lost relatives.

No group is worth joining if everybody is welcome.

I was feeling right at home all by myself. The woods can be a bit strange. It takes a long time to feel you belong there and then you never again really belong in town. It's a choice made for you by your brain at a moment you don't notice.

The woods can be a bit strange. It takes a long time to feel you belong there and then you never again really belong in town. It's a choice made for you by your brain at a moment you don't notice.

It is safer to be part of a twelve-step group than a church.

He was part of this river of cars, aiding its sluggish tide and in turn aided by it. Without losing his identity, free to turn out of the tide when he chose, he still belonged to something.

When you leave New York you ain't going anywhere.

Shoelaces are the first way society ties up the individual.

I suppose I am talking about just that: the ambiguity of belonging to a generation distrustful of political highs, the historical irrelevancy of growing up convinced that the heart of darkness lay not in some error of social organization but in man's own blood. If man was bound to err, then any social organization was bound to be in error. It was a premise which still seems to me accurate enough, but one which robbed us early of a certain capacity for surprise.

Yet the Beverly Wilshire seemed when Quintana was at UCLA the only safe place for me to be, the place where everything would be the same, the place where no one would know about or refer to the events of my recent life; the place where I would still be the person I had been before any of this happened.

I knew that it would cost something sooner or later—because I did not belong there, did not come from there—but when you are twenty-two or twenty-three, you figure that later you will have a high emotional balance, and be able to pay whatever it costs.

Here is the last stop for all those who come from somewhere else, for all those who drifted away from the cold and the past and the old ways.

A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his image