Quotes about Belonging

Believe me, all of you, the best way to help the places we live in is to be glad we live there.

You are imperfect, you are wired for struggle, but you are worthy of love and belonging.

Fundamentally, we all want the same thing. We want to love. We want to be loved, and we want to matter.

Home is the dearest spot on earth, and it should be the center, but not the boundary, of the affections.

We are deeply loved by God for who we are, not for what we do.

I had crossed the line. I was free; but there was no one to welcome me to the land of freedom. I was a stranger in a strange land.

But Jesus replied, “Who is My mother, and who are My brothers?”

What are you called? Georgette. How are you called? Jacob. That's a Flemish name. American too. You're not Flamand? No, American. Good, I detest Flamands.

The truth, not just for me but for you, is that our value is based not on what we do but on who made us (Ps. 139:13—16).

No more hiding. No more pretending to be something she wasn't. She would wear an older woman's clothes, but she would wear them in such a way that she was honest with herself, with others, and with God. She was a teenager who had been left behind, but she was also one who had seen what was right and acted upon it. She belonged to God now, and she would present herself to him as she really was.

The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved.

A Melungeon. She ain't white, she ain't colored, she ain't Injun. Ain't any one a them three kinds would claim her. Ain't just any fool'd take a chance on her, neither. Them Melungeons been hidin' up in these mountains long's anyone can remember. Got a certain look to 'em, like her—dark skin, but not red like a Injun. Black hair, and them cold blue eyes.