Quotes About Belonging

Anna… envied Joan's deep connection with the human race. She was a member of the club. Anna was half convinced she'd been begotten by a passing alien life-form on a human woman. It was as good an explanation as any for the sense she had of being an outsider.

This place was the "ART" that gave form to the feelings of our heartbeats. Here the consciousness of knowing you "belonged" nestled into that warm feeling of finally being HOME. And Home engenders love and loyalty quite naturally. So, we loved the Stonewall.

I don't see how the party that says it's the party of the family is going to adopt an immigration policy which destroys families that have been here a quarter century.

To begin you must be traced into the landscape, your people and your place found. Until they are you are in the wrong story.

Dad was always awkward in scenes like this. He was a Swain and Swains are not for joining in. They're not part of the General Population somehow. There's

In a way it's like too serene or whatever - too empty. I feel that familiar feeling of being a dark smudge on this otherwise pristine white canvas. There's just no way to blend in out here.

I guess I just struggle with belonging to any organization. I always feel like I should be able to do it on my own. My ego tells me I'm better than all this... I want to rebel against it, though of course, I don't really have any options.

YANKY GO HOME Pero llevame contigo YANKEE GO HOME But take me with you...

En jij? Jij bent de vreemde hier, je blijft hier komen omdat je niet weet waar je anders naartoe moet, dát is de realiteit, verdorie, eindelijk heb je het tegen jezelf gezegd.

Perpetually restless, Thomas Wolfe was "without a home — a vagabond since [he] was seven" and seeking out where he belonged physically (i.e. in Asheville, his home or Harvard) as well as intellectually. This concept that he was indeed without a father led him to gain greater understanding, eventually realizing that his search for a patriarch was not merely a "father in the flesh," but a substitution for God, a guiding light, and an alluring source of inspiration.

It was the gravity of the place. In football the facility was designed to be difficult to leave. Everything was there for you. A barber came in regularly. So did a dry cleaner and a car washer. Three meals a day were served. And best of all, there was the built-in coterie of brothers and fathers and uncles and a mutual sense of binding purpose.

Now that you're there and have been all along, I feel whole again. - Griffin Moss

You somehow grow into the fullness of your humanity, form your own character, become a proper person – I don't know, someone who has become a part of things, not someone separated from or at odds with the world.

Exposed meant conspicuous, different, not fitting in, not feeling at home, at least not until you learn that your self is your home and no one can take it away.

Being here is like standing at the edge of the sea under a wide sky: clear, open, clean, and bright. Here is where I am meant to be.

My mother's soul was still Norwegian in a way that mine was not.

When a woman trespasses amongst the stones of the ancestors, she belongs to the Echraidhe. She becomes Echraidhe. Like horse and herd, she belongs to the tribe. Like me, like you.

The tribe, the tribe, nothing but the tribe. It was all she knew. I just didn't matter to her, in the end. I belonged to the tribe, I was subhuman, won though everything in her heart told her otherwise. How can people do that?" "Perhaps she did what she could to help." "She was my jailer." "She taught you to survive.

You're not mine to give away. You belong to the tribe." "I don't belong to anyone! I'm not a thing to be kept or ordered or driven to such despair that I open my own veins. Look at me, Aoife. Look at me. I'm a woman.

She liked time at the edge of things-the edge of the crowd, the edge of the pool, the edge of the wood-where all must pass but none quite belonged.

Belonging was not a seer's wyrd.

It was a good place, a fine place, it should have been her place to belong. Only it was not; Arturus did not want her.

When a time came to carve her name, would it be Dawnged, girl of Ystrad, T´ywi or Tâl, payment to Elen, or would she one day find her true name?

Not that I'm sure I want to have a child, you know? We've enough to deal with, with Jink's two. But it would be nice to have the choice. It would make me feel as though I belong.