Quotes about Belonging

I wonder if it will be—can be—any more beautiful than this,' murmured Anne, looking around her with the loving, enraptured eyes of those to whom 'home' must always be the loveliest spot in the world, no matter what fairer lands may lie under alien stars.

Home and I are such good friends.

Welcome, Anne. I thought you'd come today. You belong to the afternoon so it brought you. Things that belong together are sure to come together. What a lot of trouble that would save some people if they only knew it. But they don't...and so they waste beautiful energy moving heaven and earth to bring things together that don't belong.

Then the immortal heart of the woods will beat against ours and its subtle life will steal into our veins and make us its own forever, so that no matter where we go or how widely we wander we shall yet be drawn back to the forest to find our most enduring kinship.

Valancy held Cissy close. She was suddenly happy. Here was someone who needed her — someone she could help. She was no longer a superfluity. Old things had passed away; everything had become new.

It was really dreadful to be different from other people...and yet rather wonderful, too, as if you were a being strayed from another star.

It was really dreadful to be so different from other people . . . and yet rather wonderful, too, as if you were a being strayed from another star. Hazel would not have been one of the common herd for anything . . . no matter what she suffered by reason of her differentness.

It was such a nice feeling to know that someone was looking after you... that someone wanted you... that you were important to someone.

It really was dreadful to be so different from other people... and yet rather wonderful, too, as if you were being strayed from another star.

There is a high cost of living to be paid by a Jew. He has to be exalted in order to be normal in a world that is neither propitious for nor sympathetic to his survival.

I like to see a man proud of the place in which he lives. I like to see a man live so that his place will be proud of him.

Our homes do not have to offer us permanent occupancy or store our clothes to merit the name. To speak of home in relation to a building is simply to recognise its harmony with our own prized internal song. Home can be an airport or a library, a garden or a motorway diner.