Quotes About Belonging

In a deep psychological sense, we have no self unless we have a secret. We grab for them whenever we begin losing ourselves in our social group or work or marriage. We reassert our identity as somebody apart.

While I enjoy spending time in L.A., Britain is my home.

Like many men his age, he occupied a kind of limbo, not young enough to be the new face in the bars that everyone wanted and not old enough to be – and didn't want to be – the funny old queen whose jokes everyone laughed at. Instead, he was just middle aged and alone.

I mean, sure this guy is a little nuts. You have to spend your whole life following bears around. But I get it, too. When he was with the bears, they didn't care that he was kind of weird, or that he'd gotten trouble for drinking too much and using drugs. They didn't ask him a bunch of stupid questions about how he felt, or why he did what he did. They just let them be who he was.

People here don't identify themselves by their sports team.

Home is not where you live, but where they understand you." —Christian Morgenstern "Call

what you wanted more than anything right then, was simply to sleep in your own bed, eat in your own kitchen, sit on your own toilet. You wanted to stop seeing the world. You wanted to see your world. So we would drive.

There is no Israel for me.

J'aurais pu adhérer au Front National, mais à quoi bon manger de la choucroute avec des cons?

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Un tableau, ... dit pensivement Houellebecq. En tout cas, j'ai des murs pour l'accrocher. C'est la seule chose que j'aie vraiment, dans ma vie : des murs." (p. 146)

Olisin voinut liittyä Front national -puolueeseen, mutta mitä ideaa siinä on että syö hapankaalia kusipäiden kanssa? Sitäpaitsi oikeistonaisia ei ole olemassakaan, ja nekin antavat vain laskuvarjojääkäreille.

Le drame, vois-tu, c'est que beaucoup d'entre nous ne peuvent vivre ni dans leur patrie, ni à l'étranger. - Alors que leurs reste-t-il? - Le malheur.

One doesn't enter groups of people simply because one wants or needs to. One has an infinite number of opportunities that occur for no particular reason. Sometimes you feel a sudden unexpected pleasure at being where you find yourself.

The memory brought back the timbre of her voice and the tickle of her hair on my chin as I put her to bed that night and the feeling of belonging to someone, mattering to someone, having someone whose first smile in the morning was for you. Someone who slipped their hand into yours when they were scared and trusted you to make them feel better. Someone who knew you, the important things about you, and loved you anyway.

You can't run away from home. It's not home if you want to run away from it.

You can't run away from home. It's not home if you want to run away from it. You can only run away from a house. Home is something you run toward.

the twentieth century was best represented by an unwilling traveler. "I mean, think of the millions of soldiers mobilized by wars. And all the people made homeless because of them. Now the world is full of people who don't belong where they end up and long for the places where they did.

Her preaching theme, indeed, her modus operandi, might have been Include all!—she was always dragging some person she'd just met to our lunches and meetings and events—but how abruptly and thoroughly she'd excluded me.

What I'd like to know"—Tom set down his eggroll and drew himself up—"is why every time I make a friend in the congregation, they stop coming to church?" The anguish in his voice surprised me. "That is weird," I said. Apparently, I was caught in yet another pattern larger than myself.

There's something to be said for geographic affinity, all right.

He knew for certain that she belonged forever in his arms, just as he knew she didn't realize it yet.

Voor jou is het anders... Nee, dat is het niet, wilde ze wel uitschreeuwen. Snap je dan niet dat jij en Wolf de eerste vrienden zijn die ik ooit heb gehad? - Renn

Toen klaarde haar gezicht op. 'Betekent dat dat je blijft?' 'Dat weet ik nog niet.' 'Je moet blijven.' 'Ik hoor hier niet.' Ze snoof. 'Dat weet ik ook wel. Maar er is geen enkele andere plek waar je wel hoort, toch?' Daarna lachte ze hem met haar scherpe tandjes toe, sloeg haar boog om haar schouder en liep tussen de bomen door weg.