Quotes About Belonging

It was always to free up some part of themselves that never would've come to light. Now they could burst free. And this part of themselves that was freed pointed directly toward where they would feel at home in the world.

You know, the sad thing of post-9/11, which was of course horrific, was that the city in which I felt completely at home for two decades, suddenly people like us - brown people - were looked at as the 'Others.'

Christmas lights may be the loneliest thing for me, especially if you mix them up with reindeers and sleighs. I feel alone. I feel isolated. I feel I do not belong.

New York City is home to so many people from so many places and the uniqueness of it is that you never feel a foreigner. English is almost hardly ever heard in the subway. In fact, it's weird.

LA isn't a walking city, or a subway city, so if someone isn't in my house or my car we'll never be together, not even for a moment. And just to be absolutely sure of that, when I leave my car my iPhone escorts me, letting everyone else in the post office know that I'm not really with them, I'm with my own people, who are so hilarious that I can't help smiling to myself as I text them back.

When I leave my car my iPhone escorts me, letting everyone else in the post office know that I'm not really with them, I'm with my own people, who are so hilarious that I can't help smiling to myself as I text them back.

But, like ivy, we grow where there is room for us. She seemed to have room for me; she never turned away in the pauses that allow for turning away.

People tend to stick to their own size group because it's easier on the neck.

You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart always will be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.

In the mind, in the heart, I was always home. I always imagined, really, going back home.

Where am I from? Can the answer be stories and words, some of theirs, some of mine?

I began to feel that this city is my home. It came nearer to my heart, not so distant. That's how it started, but now it's different. I am enjoying making friends my age in my church-non-Bengali friends who don't know the customs that keep a widow so lonely.

pen. Where am I from? Can the answer be stories and words, some of theirs, some of mine?

My heart is still Bengali. Isn't Didu's?

The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone.

Club kids were generally urban and gay, ravers were generally suburban and straight, and goths lived in basements and spiderwebs. The ravers and club kids shared a love for techno and ecstasy, while the goths loved electronic music and old churches. So the Limelight became home for all three tribes.

and when she went out it seemed to her that she too had migrated, that everyone migrates, even if we stay in the same houses our whole lives, because we can't help it. We are all migrants through time.

In this group, everyone was foreign, and so, in a sense, no one was.

Es uno de esos proyectos tan necesarios en los jóvenes, en los que la ambición, la búsqueda de identidad y la necesidad de «pertenecer a algo más grande que uno mismo» se ocultan disfrazadas de sincero y sentido altruismo.

Today, new identity groups form around a burning sense of grievance. They're brought together by the very real experience of being left behind economically, disrespected culturally, and immersed in an increasingly alien-seeming, threatening society.

yo soy ustedes. Yo soy el pueblo.

Aroon is always on the outside looking in, always the unwanted hanger-on, the gooseberry.

She was saying words she didn't totally believe yet. And maybe I was, too. But I wanted them to be true. For the first and only time in my life, I wanted to belong to someone and have that person belong to me.

I saved your place, Rosa," he whispered, his arms coming around me and lifting me so I was not carrying all my burdens alone. "We've just been waiting for you to come back to us.