Quotes About Belonging

Dünyan?n her yerinde hepimiz için yer vard?r ve nerede insanlar varsa, orada cenaze törenleri vard?r.

Oscar Hijuelos

Consuelo: Away from them, I realised that they formed a circle, or rather a net in which they were enmeshed together. I was the only one out of it. Being near them only made me feel more alone.

Por suerte uno tiene madre, el buen lugar al que parece que siempre queremos volver.

It is a shameful thing for a Christian to talk about getting the victory. We should belong so completely to the Victor that it is always His victory, and "we are more than conquerors through Him . . ." (Romans 8:37).

Remember whose you are and whom you serve.

Suddenly all those individuals who yesterday felt that "we" meant only their families, their professions, or perhaps their communities, become men of the nation. Their emotions and thoughts, their egos, that "something" within them, all are transformed: they have become historical.

When one is a stranger to oneself then one is estranged from others too. Anne Morrow Lindberg

If I had stayed in the community I would not be starving. it's as simple as that. . . . but if I'd stayed ... I would have starved in other ways. I would have lived a life hungry for feelings . . . for love.

I'm here because she's here, and she belongs to me. ~Rephaim

I'm here because she's here, and she belongs to me. ~Rephaim

You are not my mother. You are a scary Snort!

luego. No podía ser un chino en general, tenía que ser un chino de Sinaloa, un local de Mexicali, o uno de la calle Dolores en el df. Voy a añadir eso la próxima vez que lo cuente —dijo Macario.

Like many immigrants, I had always kept my Eastern and Western lives compartmentalized.

But now I was home. In my home, home home, once and for all. I had had various apartments before in quite a few cities over the course of my life, but this was the first one I owned, and it felt good. A roof over my head and a place to be private, to cry, to laugh, to gorge, to hope, to dream, to wallow, and to pray for things was a salve to my soul.

To feel at home in this desperate world of ours is the surest sign that one has failed to recognize it.

All we want, whether we are honeybees, ponderosa pines, coyotes, human beings, or stars, is to love and be loved, to be accepted, cherished and celebrated simply for being who we are. Is that so very difficult?"—DERRICK JENSEN, AMERICAN AUTHOR AND ENVIRONMENTAL ACTIVIST

To the people in Creede I am intelligent, suspiciously sophisticated and elitist to the point of being absurd. To the people at UC Davis I am quaint, a little slow on the uptake and far too earnest to even believe.

When you give yourself wholly to a piece of ground, its goodness enters your bloodstream like an infusion. You will never be alone the same way again, and never quite dislocated. Your heart will grow down into and back out of that ground like a tree.

Krakow the city of Kings, was no longer mine. I had become a foreigner in the place i had always called home

makes even the most difficult of times better and the strangest of villages home.

When you are young, you expect the family you were born into to be yours forever.

made the fact that we were Jews undeniable.

I was adopted into the Muchquauh, the Bear Clan, of the Muhheconneok people when I reached manhood. The grannies got so tired of my bein' forever at their fires eatin' their food that they decided to make me part of the family so they could quit treatin 'me like a guest and send me out to fish.