Quotes About Belonging

She curled snugly along the inside of my body, so easy and natural, as if she had been designed to fit there.

Y, suavemente entretejido en todo aquello, la música de fondo de un laúd. Era débil, los otros ruidos la apagaban casi por completo, pero yo la distinguí con la misma claridad con que una madre distingue el llanto de su hijo aunque esté lejos de él. Esa música era como un recuerdo de la familia, de la amistad y de la agradable sensación de pertenencia a algo.

No soportaba oír música y no formar parte de ella. Es como ver a la mujer que amas acostándose con otro hombre.

Man's misfortune stems from the fact that he does not want to stay in the room where he belongs.

Das Unglück des Menschen rührt daher, daß er nicht still in seinem Zimmer bleiben will, dort, wo er hingehört. Sagt Pascal. Aber Pascal

Man's misfortune stems from the fact that he does not want to stay in the room where he belongs.

Tired with the Labour of Far Travel We Have Come unto Our Own Home O

Home? Home is where they don't tie you to a rock and drip acid on you. And sometimes it isn't." -Loki, Norse god of Mischief

I mean one can be so remote in spirit from one's actual father -or mother- it's as though one doesn't belong to them. Spiritually," he dared, "one can be someone else's child.

Just come back, I was thinking. You've been gone long enough. Just come back. I will stop traveling; I will wash your clothes.

I don't like answering to other people's philosophies. I don't have any philosophy, I just believe in stuff. Either I believe in something or I don't. Like, I believe in the Rolling Stones but not in the Dave Clark Five. There's nothing philosophic about it. Whenever I'm linked with a movement, it pisses me off.

We would all like to believe that we came from nowhere but ourselves, every gesture is our own. But then we find we belong to the history and fate of a long line of beings that also may have wished to be free.

I could feel the gravitational pull of home, which when I'm home too long becomes the gravitational pull of somewhere else.

I was never going to become anything but myself, that i was of the clan of Peter Pan and we did not grow up

From very early on in my childhood - four, five years old - I felt alien to the human race. I felt very comfortable with thinking I was from another planet, because I felt disconnected - I was very tall and skinny, and I didn't look like anybody else, I didn't even look like any member of my family.

Apart, we were able to see with even greater clarity that we didn't want to be without each other. I

Having no past we have only present and future. We would all like to believe that we came from nowhere but ourselves, every gesture is our own. But then we find we belong to the history and fate of a long line of beings that also may have wished to be free

At least they'll never get it," he said. "Who are they?" I asked. "Anyone who isn't us." he replied.

It's not running away when you're going back home.

Our lives don't really belong to us, you see -- they belong to the world, and in spite of our efforts to make sense of it, the world is a place beyond our understanding.

Farts come from no one and nowhere; they are anonymous emanations that belong to the group as a whole, and even when every person in the room can point to the culprit, the only sane course of action is denial.

On his best walks, he was able to feel that he was nowhere. And this, finally, was all he ever asked of things: to be nowhere. New York was the nowhere he had built around himself, and he realized that he has no intention of ever leaving it again.

Existence was bigger than just life. It was everyone's life all together, and even if you lived in Buffalo, New York and had never been more than ten miles from home, you were part of the puzzle, too. It didn't matter how small your life was.

We are all aliens to ourselves.