#belonging

The memory brought back the timbre of her voice and the tickle of her hair on my chin as I put her to bed that night and the feeling of belonging to someone, mattering to someone, having someone whose first smile in the morning was for you. Someone who slipped their hand into yours when they were scared and trusted you to make them feel better. Someone who knew you, the important things about you, and loved you anyway. ↗

— Michele Jaffe

#love #love

J'ai envie de partir, de m'en aller quelque part où je serais vraiment à ma place, où je m'emboîterais... Mais ma place n'est nulle part; je suis de trop. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#existentialism #men

No house should ever be on a hill or on anything. It should be of the hill. Belonging to it. Hill and house should live together each the happier for the other. ↗

— Frank Lloyd Wright

#belonging #each #ever #happier #hill

Sometimes you have to wander around until you find where you really belong. And sometimes it's right where you started. ↗

— Rachel Gibson

#gospel

We abuse land because we regard it as a commodity belonging to us. When we see land as a community to which we belong, we may begin to use it with love and respect. ↗

— Aldo Leopold

#because #begin #belong #belonging #commodity

We will live with racism for ever. But senses of self, senses of belonging, senses of us and of others? Those are up for grabs. ↗

— Richard Powers

#ever #grabs #live #others #racism

Some of us aren't meant to belong. Some of us have to turn the world upside down and shake the hell out of it until we make our own place in it. ↗

— Elizabeth Lowell

#life-journey #outsider #life

When I see individuals so passionate for their chosen field, I feel a very strong sense of belonging. Passion unites us – not just every writer and every chef but every musician, every artist, every man, woman and child who throws themselves into an activity not for money or fame or because it makes any sense at all but because they love it and they must. ↗

— Thomas Brown

#belonging #love #passion #passionate #art

I don't even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#remember