Quotes About Belonging

So, what about new friends? You could make new friends," Maggie Rose suggested. Bryan snorted. "Like that's easy. By the time you're in fifth grade, all the kids have best friends already. Nobody needs a new one." He got up. "Come on, Brewster.

Yes, I decided. My name could be Fella. I could stay with this man. I could be his dog, do what he told me, go where he went. That was what I was supposed to do, wasn't it? Stay with a person? I was pretty sure that was true. It felt right.

My life was going to be different from my mother's. She belonged to one person, to Walt. But I did not. I wasn't Mona's dog, or Patsy's, or Tyler's, or Eddie's. I belonged to all my friends. I was everyone's dog. I was surrounded by people who loved me, just like Grandad was. Suddenly, I understood that I was the luckiest dog in the world.

Then something incredible happened. The boy picked me up and carried me right into the house! I'd never even imagined that might be possible. Did it mean that I wouldn't be living in a wire cage with a concrete floor? That I could stay where the people stayed? I was going to like it here just fine.

I loved being with my mother. I loved her closeness and her smell and her warmth. But I knew, deep down, that I should belong to a human family, just like my brothers and sisters. What if I never found my human family? What if nobody wanted me?

The history of the American Negro is the history of this strife, -- this longing to attain self-conscious manhood, to merge his double self into a better and truer self. In this merging he wishes neither of the older selves to be lost... He simply wishes to make it possible for a man to be both a Negro and an American...

Say this city has ten million souls, Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes: Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us. Once we had a country and we thought it fair, Look in the atlas and you'll find it there: We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.

I have never, I think, wanted to 'belong' to a group whose interests were not mine, nor have I resented exclusion. Why should thet accept me? All I have ever asked is that others should go their way and let me go mine.

Todo el mundo piensa que no encaja del todo. Es parte de la maldición de ser humano.

Their children, now grown up and themselves parents, may visit Punjab less frequently. Many have never been to India and declare themselves to be British Sikhs, though experiences of racial discrimination and harassment make them uneasy about their status and future, so some move to what seems a more receptive North America. Events in India since 1984 have reminded them that Punjab is the Sikh homeland.

Say this city has ten million souls, Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes: Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us.

joining the crowd is the only thing all men can do.

All through the dark the wind looks for the grief it belongs to but there was no place for that any more I have looked too and seen only the nameless hunger watching us out of the stars ancestor and the black fields —W.S. Merwin, "Night Wind" The Second Four Books of Poems . (Copper Canyon Press, 1992)

I do feel very American. I think it's something I'm proud of and proud to be by chance born here. Honestly, that's something I think about.

Home is where the heart is, until we get a chance to bury it. Home is where the heart pulled the nails out of its feet, and fled.

I couldn't chance failing in New York yet, letting the city fail me. It was the only place I knew I belonged. If I couldn't survive there, I would have no place else to go.

The experience of separateness arouses anxiety; it is, indeed, the source of all anxiety.

When you lose your parents as a child, you are indoctrinated into a club, you re taken into life's severest confidence. You are undeceived.

Cats names are more for human benefit. They give one a certain degree more confidence that the animal belongs to you.

Fighting to fit in. Confidence is paper thin.

I've always been a geek and slightly awkward… slightly umm… I was never the cool kid at school.

I wasn't one of the cool kids by any stretch. I just bumbled along really.

I was accepted by cool people because the cheerleaders thought I was cute. The jocks knew the jock-girls thought I was cute. I just chose not to hang around with them.

By your 40s, you don't want to be with the cool people; you want to be with your people.