Quotes About Belonging

There's more than one way to be a person. Actually, there are more than two or three ways. You'd think that was obvious, but I find that often it is not. The world is essentially a collection of teams. Life is a process of deciding which ones we're going to join.

But in the outside world, in places (on the rare occasions I visited them) where the vast blankness of the land and sky made even the enormous supermarkets seem tiny, where, to many, words like "Vassar" were just a random sequence of letters, where weather mattered more than most anything else, I often felt lost, irrelevant, fatuous. I

I'd get it wrong anyway; everyone who hasn't lived there thirty years or more gets accused of getting it wrong)

I craved . . . an ineffable state of being I can only describe as domestic integrity. This integrity has something to do with being able to not feel like an imposter in your home and, therefore, in your life.

I belong to no religion, my religion is love and heart is my temple. Always remember that ceremonies cover me, but pure love reveals me.

A moss which leaves its ocean becomes pale and dries up and a man which leaves his mother country is a moss which leaves it ocean!

Be it a house, be it a car or be it a little motorbike, there is always a place for the family!

Master Alfred de Musset says great artists have no country. They have also no world! They belong to the space, to the universe, to anything infinite!

Some bridges are so beautiful that we wish them to be our own home!

The nice thing about being away from home is the feeling of excitement when returning to it!

You can be a German, you can be a Greek or a Spanish or a Japanese etc, but your true nation is the whole humanity!

God is at home. We are in the far country.

It was no place, Ryan thought, to come home to. ???

I miss the Stella girls telling me what I am. That I'm sweet and placid and accommodating and loyal and nonthreatening and good to have around. And Mia. I want her to say, "Frankie, you're silly, you're lazy, you're talented, you're passionate, you're restrained, you're blossoming, you're contrary." I want to be an adjective again. But I'm a noun. A nothing. A nobody. A no one.

I don't want to let go, because tonight I'm not looking for anything more than being part of him. Because being part of him isn't just anything. It's kind of everything.

You just have to belong. Long to be.

Land?' Froi whispered. 'You're giving them land? I'm not worth the valley.' 'You're worth a kingdom,' Finnikin said, turning back to the crowd.

A home to come back to every day of their lives. Where they would all belong or long to be. A place on the Jellicoe Road.

Do I have to be here to belong to you?' Froi asked. 'Can't I belong to you wherever I am?

Her voice whispering love soothes him. They'd never done that before. Weren't that type of family. Except now he doesn't know what kind of family they are. What word is it that can define them? What would they call his family in the textbooks? Broken? He comes from a broken home. The Mackees can't be put back together again. There are too many pieces of them missing.

I think back to my dream of the boy, because in it I find solace. I like that word. I'm going to make it my word of the year. There is just something about that boy that makes me feel like I belong. Belong. Long to be . Weird word, but semantics aside, it is up there with solace .

I'd like to think I'm Elizabeth, but deep down I think I'm the one whose name no one can remember. Not Lydia the slut or Mary the nerd or Jane the beauty or Elizabeth the opinionated. I'm the second-youngest. The forgotten one. - Francesca Spinelli

They separate us into groups. The Ringleaders and the Others. I belong to the Ringleaders because my weak, pathetic, traitorous, fundamentally base peers point to me when someone asks them who is in charge.

I've been passionate about two things in my life. One was Christina Alibrandi. The other is Josephine Alibrandi.