Quotes About Belonging

Home is the place where you know where the silverware lives, where the cups hide, where the clean plates go.

If you forgive people enough, you belong to them, and they to you, whether either person likes it or not--squatter's rights of the heart. -James Hamilton

You can take the pink hair dye out of the girl, but you never lose those roots. I took another sip of the martini. You don't know me. At the end of the bar, the other customer lifted his face to Peter Jennings and smiled. Maybe, Seven said, but neither do you.

It would always be a put-on, high school or not, for the whole rest of the world, for the rest of our lives. You couldn't ever guess who someone was by the way they looked because, good or bad, the way they looked was always just a costume or an act. It was Halloween everyday, for most people anyway, just to feel like they weren't alone, to belong, just to keep being happy maybe.

What Mr. Albee most desires is for the Model UN, the entire group of them, all eleven, even the scoundrel Quinn, to be there waiting, when he gets home each dreary night, and there again when he awakes in the morning, all of them politely debating one another with their resplendent voices, their hearts—which have not yet been broken by anything more serious than an unrequited crush or an unfair grade—quietly aglow with everything.

Inhabiting a place that could not be home, they were like actors compelled to play themselves.

Sometimes I think our presence here is due to a cosmic blunder, that we were meant for another planet altogether, with other arrangements, and other laws, and other, grimmer skies. I try to imagine it, our true place, off on the far side of the galaxy, whirling and whirling. And the ones who were meant for here, are they out there, baffled and homesick, like us? No, they would have become extinct long ago. How could they survive, these gentle earthlings, in a world that was made to contain us.

We're none of us normal. Not in this fucking country.

A home is not a building or a street or a city or something so artificial as bricks and mortar. A home is where one's family is...

Un hogar no es un edificio, ni una calle ni una ciudad; no tiene nada que ver con cosas tan materiales como los ladrillos y el cemento. Un hogar es donde está tu familia, ¿entiendes?

and been committed to a home for the bewildered

said. 'A home is not a building or a street or a city or something so artificial as bricks and mortar. A home is where one's family is, isn't that

Standing there in your uniform,' she continued, 'as if it makes you something special. Not even caring what it means really. What it stands for.

Wann bist du in Aus-Wisch angekommen? fragte Bruno. [...] Ich glaube, ich war schon immer hier sagte er schließlich leise. Bist du hier aufgewachsen? Nein, sagte Pavel und schüttelte den Kopf. Nein, das nicht.

To be severed and alienated within oneself also creates a sense of unreality. One may have an all-pervasive sense of never quite belonging, of being on the outside looking in. The condition of inner alienation and isolation is also pervaded by a low-grade chronic depression. This has to do with the sadness of losing one's authentic self. Perhaps the deepest and most devastating aspect of neurotic shame is the rejection of the self by the self.

My group ridiculed and made fun of anyone who was not like us, and that comprised almost everyone! People with negative identity drop out and stand on the sidelines of life, making fun of everyone else. In actuality I was terrified of life.

Only in the life of dialogue and community can we truly live and grow.

Every person has a longing to be significant, to make a contribution, to be a part of something noble and purposeful.

A person who cannot sacrifice will never belong to himself; he belongs to whatever he was unwilling to give up. If you want to develop maturity and gain the value of learning, you need to learn to give up some things today for greater gains tomorrow.

Most people want to feel a part of the experience

Here she barked out her greetings in Italian, anxious to disassociate herself from the horseless American cowboys and above all from her own kind, the truly lost and unwanted, who move like leaves around the edges of the world, gathering only long enough to wait in line and see if there is any mail

The only people I need in my life are the ones that need me in there's.

I really wish I could find my other half. Someone who knows how to make a relationship last. I really wish I could find someone who gets it all. Someone who knows how if feels to not belong.

It's okay to walk out of someone's life if you don't feel like you belong in it anymore.