Quotes About Belonging

Beloved, you are my sister, you are my daughter, you are my face; you are me

Love would never leave us alone

All I wanted was just what everybody else wants, you know, to be loved.

I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.

We thought we left possession behind but truth is I was yours and you were mine

Although we've come to the end of the road, still I can't let you go, it's unnatural, you belong to me, I belong to you .

Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

May my heart be your shelter, and my arms be your home.

It's hard to think of you as a Margaret. Maizy suits you." "I doubt I'd answer to anything else." Maizy smiled as she adjusted the cloth.

The general rule is that whoever thinks, sings, acts, and speaks Indian is a skin, a full-blood, and whoever acts and thinks like a white man is a half-blood or breed, no matter how Indian he looks.

I don't know whether I am a louse under the white man's skin. I hope I am.

Even the most white-manized Sioux is still half horse.

I am sure it must be true that people opt out of the mainstream society because they feel that there are going to be no rewards for them, if they stay.

I am convinced that living in an enclave shapes the personality, and living alone shapes the personality too.

I decide that sometimes definitions are wrong. Even if they're written in a dictionary. Identities aren't always separate and distinct. Sometimes they ARE wrapped up with others. Sometimes, for a few minutes, maybe they can even be shared. And if I am ever fortunate enough to return to Mr. Bender's garden, I wonder if the birds will see that piece of him that is wrapped up in me.

Percentages! Those are for economists, polls, and politicians. Percentages can't define your identity.

The dictionary says my identity should be all about being separate or distinct, and yet it feels like it is so wrapped up in others.

Ik denk dat ik domweg te normaal ben. - Ayesha

If you could live anywhere in the world where would you live " "Right here " Enzo replies. "In your arms.

I do consider myself part of black history.

Mikhal - "...most of all, I want to be the man that I am only when I am with you

Suddenly he saw himself as others in the crowd must surely see him; a silent, solitary figure, standing apart from the rest. He looked out at the hoardes of singing, laughing people and felt more alone than he'd ever felt in his life. Was this how it was going to be then? Was this who he was? A man apart from his fellows, making the journey through life alone?

Often we lose our identity trying to please or placate others.

We ended up in America by default, so it'll never really be our home.