Belonging Quotes

One of the interesting things about "outsidership" is that underneath it there's a longing to belong. I just wish the thing I refused to belong to - the species, Western capital culture - was a little more respectable. My one true relaxation is my flotation tank, in which I can either meditate or just drift off.

Home is where you hang your head.

My city and state are Rome. But as a human being? The world. So for me, "good" can only mean what's good for both communities.

There is no place more delightful than home.

I won't belong to a club that accepts me as a member

A man must be clothed with society, or we shall feel a certain bareness and poverty, as of a displaced and unfurnished member. He is to be dressed in arts and institutions, as well as in body garments. Now and then a man exquisitely made can live alone, and must; but coop up most men and you undo them.

Maybe you won't find a place where you fit in for a very long time, but you eventually will.

With all my fans I got a family again.

One is a member of a country, a profession, a civilization, a religion. One is not just a man.

Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air; And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair; And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome; But when it comes to living, there is no place like home.

The soil of their native land is dear to all the hearts of mankind.

I turned my face more exclusively than ever to the woods, where I was better known.

The snow, the wind, the sun and the sounds of nature, can all be reminders to you that you're an integral part of the natural world.

I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself.

Home is where you feel at home and are treated well.

Either you are a citizen or you are not a citizen at all. If you are citizen, you are free; if youre not a citizen you are a slave.

We may act sophisticated and worldly but I believe we feel safest when we go inside ourselves and find home, a place where we belong and maybe the only place we really do.

Surely a man needs a closed place wherein he may strike root and, like the seed, become. But also he needs the great Milky Way above him and the vast sea spaces, though neither stars nor ocean serve his daily needs.

I regret profoundly that I was not an American and not born in Greenwich Village. It might be dying, and there might be a lot of dirt in the air you breathe, but this is where it's happening.

Where the earth is, we are.

Did not strong connections draw me elsewhere, I believe Scotland would be the country I would choose to end my days in.

They tell us we are all citizens, that we were born in this country. Well, a cat can have kittens in the oven, but that doesn't make them biscuits!

I am engaged to Concord and my own private pursuits by 10,000 ties, and it would be suicide to rend them.

If I had one day when I didn't have to be all confused and didn't have to feel that I was ashamed of everything. If I felt that I belonged someplace. You know?

You can be a rank insider as well as a rank outsider.

Avoid teams at all cost. Keep your circle small. Never join a group that has a name.

...whoever you are, not matter how lonely the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh & exciting - over & over announcing your place in the family of things.

In all our contacts it is probably the sense of being really needed and wanted which gives us the greatest satisfaction and creates the most lasting bond.

There's no question this is where I want to live. Never has been.

Don't join too many gangs. Join few if any. Join the United States and join the family- But not much in between unless a college.

Happiness is not everything and men have their duties. Mine is to find my mother, a homeland

I love Shillington not as one loves Capri or New York, because they are special, but as one loves one's own body and consciousness, because they are synonymous with being.

I felt a positive yearning toward one bush this afternoon. There was a match found for me at last. I fell in love with a shrub oak.

O lands! O all so dear to me - what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is.

An outsider longing to be on the inside is the same as the soloist longing to work in an ensemble. I get great satisfaction in being a part of the proper - for me - community. I'm uncomfortable with various social groupings and clusterings. But when I'm in the right group, doing the right thing, I get as much satisfaction out of that as anyone who does it all the time.

Home is wherever I go.

No more fiendish punishment could be devised, were such a thing physically possible, than that one should be turned loose in society and remain absolutely unnoticed.

Well, at least you have led us to the small mailman and the one who smells of prunes." - "UP

It is a most miserable thing to feel ashamed of home.

I am wearied, as if I lacked a home to go to.

Every man needs a place to go to.

These people are a part of me. And they are a part of America, this country that I love.

No one comes from the earth like grass. We come like trees. We all have roots.

I suppose society is wonderfully delightful. To be in it is merely a bore. But to be out of it is simply a tragedy.

You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.

A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground.

Society, as we have constituted it, will have no place for me, has none to offer; but Nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undisturbed. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleance me in the great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.

Where there is friendship, there is our natural soil.

Get back to where you once belonged.

The truth is you never can leave home. You take it with you everywhere you go. It's under your skin. It moves the tongue or slows it, colors the thinking, impedes upon the logic.

I never feel more at home than at a ballgame.

Our country is that spot to which our heart is bound.

It is better to be alone than unwelcome. - Eve

My first day in Chicago, September 4, 1983. I set foot in this city, and just walking down the street, it was like roots, like the motherland. I knew I belonged here.

I am by heritage a Jew, by citizenship a Swiss, and by makeup a human being, and only a human being, without any special attachment to any state or national entity whatsoever.

I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars.

Well I come from a land, from a far away place, where the caravan camels roam. They will cut of your ear if they don't like your face, it's babaric, but hey, it's home.

Every traveler has a home of his own, and he learns to appreciate it the more from his wandering.

He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.

I have learned that even the smallest house can be a home.