Quotes About Belonging

Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other: Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth for the other: Now there is no more loneliness. -First Nations wedding blessing

Ya no sentiréis frío, pues uno calentará al otro. Ya no existe la soledad para vosotros. Ya no existe la soledad. Nunca más habrá soledad.

These are young people, Madame Gamache. They're gifted, and many are fragile, having been marginalized most of their lives for being creative. We live in a society that doesn't value being different. When they come here, to art college, it's probably the first time in their lives they feel they belong. Safe. Not just valued, but precious.

Now there is no more loneliness. Go now to your dwelling place / To enter into the days of your togetherness

Three short words, but potent. They more than anything had launched a thousand ships, a thousand attacks. One of us. A circle drawn. And closed. A boundary marked. Those inside and those not.

No place could ever be warmer than Three Pines.

propped up between her friends, as she realized she'd been all her life. Why had it taken until now to understand that?

Gens du Pays. The separatist anthem,

Was there an invisible world, Gamache wondered. A place where diminished people met, where they recognized each other? Because if he knew one thing about Julia Martin it was that she too was invisible.

Home is where my horse is.

It's the people who make a place. Always. Without the right spirit, buildings are empty shells of nothing.

Let us be thankful that there is no court by which we can be excluded from our share in the inheritance of the great poets of all ages and countries, to which our simple humanity entitles us.

hic sacra domus carique penates, hic mihi Roma fuit.

Home is where you hang your architect.

the lost women I need to know their names those women I would have walked with, jauntily the way men go in groups swinging their arms, and the ones those sweating women whom I would have joined After a hard game to chew the fat what would we have called each other laughing joking into our beer? where are my gangs, my teams, my mislaid sisters? all the women who could have known me, where in the world are their names?

and we hang onto our no place happy to be alive and in the inner city or like we call it home

and this is not the time I think to ask who is allowed to be american america all of us gathered under one flag praying together safely warmed by the single love of the many tongued God

the fact that most people live and die where they were born, or they leave home and live somewhere else for decades but come back to pass away, like migrating birds

I know what it feels like not to fit in, but trying to be like everyone around you doesn't work.

the individual is today no longer primarily a citizen, but a party member.

Home is not a place, but rather, the people who love you.

That's because you've never been one. You haven't spent years wearing someone else's clothes, taking someone else's name, living in someone else's houses, and working someone else's job to fit in. And if you don't sell out, then you run away... proving you're the Gypsy they said you were all along.

I used to pretend that I was just passing through this family on my way to my real one.

Family's not a thing, it's a place,' Shay said softly. 'It's where all the memories get kept.