#belonging

Home is a notion that only nations of the homeless fully appreciate and only the uprooted comprehend. ↗

— Wallace Stegner

#attachment #belonging #home #homelessness #roots

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

Possessions, outward success, publicity, luxury - to me these have always been contemptible. I believe that a simple and unassuming manner of life is best for everyone, best for both the body and the mind. ↗

— Albert Einstein

#simplicity #success #values #life

The voice so filled with nostalgia that you could almost see the memories floating through the blue smoke, memories not only of music and joy and youth, but perhaps, of dreams. They listened to the music, each hearing it in his own way, feeling relaxed and a part of the music, a part of each other, and almost a part of the world. ↗

— Hubert Selby Jr.

#comfort #joy #music #youth #dreams

You are my home; it is in your loving gaze that I find the comfort, acceptance, and the sense of belonging. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#life #love #loving #relationships #experience

And as if he had read her thoughts, the old man murmured, 'What a blessing it is to die in your own bed, under your own roof, with your family surrounding you, full of the knowledge that you have lived as thoroughly as you wanted to. ↗

— Anita Rau Badami

#dying #family

How do you eat your roots? ↗

— Kamila Shamsie

#belonging #countries #home #identity #identity-crisis

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

But I also knew that if he turned away from me at this moment, somehow I would survive that, and I would find a way to flourish like the yard that still bloomed and grew around my family home. I'm Sookie Stackhouse. I belong here. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#flourishing #survival #surviving #family