Quotes About Belonging

You are not a god, but part of the Most High.

Miriam came to consider Eliza a gosling born into a family of ducks, loved and accepted, but always and forever a goose.

The Essence of Belonging: …You persist, And a clean wind measures your persistence. Along a cleavage in space the day becomes, And you conspire in the invention of belonging, Radiant, jealously imagined, estranged from time, And to the crowded habitation of the mind You bring a solitude, a mere and sensual silence In which the essence of belonging belongs.

I am Tsoai-talee, Rock Tree Boy, and I will carry that name to the end of the world and beyond. I will keep to the trees and waters, and I will be the singing of the soil. In my truest being I am a keeper of the earth. I will tell the ancient stories and I will sing the holy songs. I belong to the land.

The boys had seized the cave, and in it they'd found a home away from Welton, away from parents, teachers, and friends—a place where they could be people they never dreamed they'd be. The Dead Poets Society was alive and thriving and ready to seize the day.

The logic of cross and resurrection, of the new creation which gives shape to all truly Christian living, points in a different direction. And one of the central names for that direction is joy: the joy of relationships healed as well as enhanced, the joy of belonging to the new creation, of finding not what we already had but what god was longing to give us.

Once people grasp that the events of the Messiah's death and resurrection have transformed everything and that they are now living between that initial explosive event and God's final setting right of the world (when God is "all in all"), then everything will change: belief, behavior, attitudes, expectations, and not least a new love, a real sense of belonging, which springs up among those who share all this. That is what so much of Paul's writing is about.

Western cathedrals and abbeys…through soaring Gothic architecture, [give] us at floor level a sense of belonging within (but unable at the moment to inhabit more than a little of) great spaces of light and beauty, into which, significantly, only our music can penetrate.

Those who belong to Jesus are called, here and now, in the power of the Spirit, to be agents of that putting-to-rights purpose.

If you belong to Jesus the Messiah, if his Spirit dwells in you, if you are a worshipper of the one true God, maker of heaven and earth—then however you may feel at the moment, whether you are sick or healthy, handsome or jaded, you are simply a shadow of your future self. God intends to transform the "you" you are at the moment into a being—a full, glorious, physical being—who will be much more truly "you" than you've ever been before.

Unlike those in Philippi (perhaps including some of the Christians) whose citizenship is in Rome, the true citizenship of Jesus' followers is in heaven. This does not mean that Paul is here talking about their 'going to heaven' one day, any more than the Roman citizens in Philippi would expect to go to live in Rome one day (as people sometimes mistakenly suppose). Rather, they are part of the extended empire of 'heaven'.

Indeed, sometimes when people are locked up by themselves they quite literally go mad. Without human society, they don't know who they are anymore. It seems that we humans were designed to find our purpose and meaning not simply in ourselves and our own inner lives, but in one another and in the shared meanings and purposes of a family, a street, a workplace, a community, a town, a nation.

Romans 5–8 is, from one point of view, all about hope: the solid, sure hope that all those who belong to God through faith in his action in Jesus are assured of final salvation.

There is no longer Jew or Greek; there is no longer slave or free; there is no 'male and female'; you are all one in the Messiah, Jesus."15 Paul wrote those words at least fifteen years later. But the truth they express was already contained within Ananias's opening greeting.

I'm happy to be a card-carrying member of the ANC.

She was his and he was hers. They had under-the-skin privileges.

If you don't need my backsight," she said to Kaleb, "then why am I here?" He rose to his feet and, placing his hands on the table, leaned toward her until she could've reached out and run her fingers along his freshly shaven jaw. "You are here," he said in a tone that made her heart thump wildly against her ribs, "because you belong to me.

The Princess Mahiya, and she is mine.

Why would you say I shouldn't wait for you?" It was a snarl. "If you're mine, you're mine. And I'm yours. Today, tomorrow, always.

It just means that when you screw up," Remi added, "you don't lose your place in the family. You might get a reaming, might be punished, but you'll always have a home where you're loved and where you feel safe.

Oh, God, Judd." She squeezed his hand. "I felt the…shadow of that, an echo. If what I felt was diluted, how are you still conscious?" "Why did you feel it?" Protective instincts roared to life. "We aren't mated." Her shattered eyes went wide. "Are you sure?" His heart actually stopped for a second, he wanted so much for her to belong to him on the most irrevocable level. "I guess we'll find out.

He really was a very bad leader in that respect—and it was why his Arrows gave him their unswerving dedication. All of them rejects from the world, from their families. No one else had ever come for them, ever would. Silence or not, it mattered that Aden would.

Sleep, he said, and because he couldn't bear to think of her in pain: As you dream, know that you are loved. 'Course I am. I'm yours.

You are here," he said in a tone that made her heart thump wildly against her ribs, "because you belong to me.