Quotes About Belonging

Vind je het erg?' 'Hoe bedoel je?' 'Over... wat ik ben.' Tot zijn verbazing grinnikte ze. 'Torak, je bent een wie, niet een wat! Je bent nog steeds een iemand.

Galatians 3:26—29 and read: You are all Sons of God through faith in Christ Jesus, for all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ. There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus. If you belong to Christ, then you are Abraham's seed, and heirs according to the promise.

those who belong to Christ will always belong to Him,

It was her street, her neighborhood, her life. She knew that someday in the future it would not be hers anymore. But she would remember it, she would treasure it, she would miss it. She would hold it in her heart. She knew that someday she would look back at this very moment and miss it....Never had life seemed more beautiful and more sad.

I feel Italian, but I also feel French," she said. "Italy is deeper. France is strong, but it's after." Actually, one of the surprises about meeting [Valeria Bruni Tedeschi] is how Italian she seems. Though she has no trace of an Italian accent when speaking French—and says that, in Italian, she shows signs of having lived in France—she sounds Italian when speaking English. There is no suggestion of French at all.

My father was Catholic, my mother was Protestant, and because of that I got Christened in both churches, so I've got all these names... but my Dad always called me Mick.

Serial killers do not belong, not to anyone.

As a young boy he was terrorised by his peers who teased him about the fact that he was adopted.

Pero ahora se le ocurre comprar perro, señorito? - No lo he comprado, Domingo; este perro no es esclavo, sino que es libre; lo he encontrado. - Vamos, si, es expósito. - Todos somos expósitos, Domingo

I am a man; no other man do I deem a stranger.

Aquel hombre no podía ser de su mujer, porque no era de sí mismo, dueño de sí, sino a la vez un enajenado y un poseído.

As ilhas são lugares de solidão e nunca isso é tão nítido como quando partem os que apenas vieram de passagem e ficam no cais, a despedir-se, os que vão permanecer. Na hora da despedida, é quase sempre mais triste ficar do que partir e, numa ilha, isso marca uma diferença fundamental, como se houvesse duas espécies de seres humanos: os que vivem na ilha e os que chegam e partem.

One cannot lead a life that is truly excellent without feeling that one belongs to something greater and more permanent than oneself.

In contemporary preliterate societies this knowledge is so deeply ingrained that a person who likes to be alone is assumed to be a witch, for a normal person would not choose to leave the company of others unless forced to do so.

Det var en uppväxt av brist. Inte en materiell sådan, där hade vi så vi klarade oss, utan en identitetsmässig. Vi var inga. Våra föräldrar var inga. Våra förfäder hade betytt noll och intet för den svenska historien. [...] Vi bröt på finska utan att vara finnar, vi bröt på svenska utan att vara svenskar. Vi var ingenting.

Many faith communities have become little more than gatherings of isolated individuals, while the number of online communities continues to grow.

We are a society of disconnected people longing for connections.

There's nothing wrong with your life because sometimes you feel lost or incomplete; this means you're "normal," growing, and exactly where you "should be" and all is well. You're not handicapped by your challenges and desires but blessed by them, even if they include missing a dearly beloved who was "ready" before you … you are blessed especially when you miss such a person, for the love you knew and still know.

It used to be the family all looking out for one another but it's not like that anymore. It used to be you at least knew your doctor, but these days you're lucky to get an appointment, let alone see the same GP twice. It used to be your neighbors kept an eye on you but people like to keep themselves to themselves now. It used to be that you belonged to a community, but really, is there such a thing anymore? Now it's more like every man for himself.

Continual frustration of a child's striving for belonging can lead to resentment, hopelessness, or even vengeful behavior. The child who feels "different" most often feels inferior and isolated as well.

Michael still thought of Havana as home, because he was born there. And he had been Miguel Arroya there. Here, he was Michael.

Canada is the essence of not being. Not English, not American, it is the mathematic of not being. And a subtle flavour - we're more like celery as a flavour.

I'm British by heritage, American by God's grace, and Canadian by divine intervention.

Skiing was for Canadians. Tobogganing was for us immigrants.