Lisa Lutz Quotes

You may not know it, but I was adopted as a baby by my wonderful parents, Allan and Margaret Atkins of Cumberland Gap, Tenn.

Adoption has been a part of my life and a part of my family, so it was how I wanted to start. It felt natural and right to me.

My father was adopted. He grew up in the Italian household.

When I was younger, I thought every kid was adopted because that's all I've known. I have everything I need, so I never felt the need to have answers for what happened.

I've always known I was adopted.

I am adopted, and I am so grateful for my story, and that's what makes me who I am.

I speak about family and adoption because it 100% changed my life and who I am. It definitely played a very large role into just learning how to be grateful for what you have and being fulfilled in a way that a lot of adopted kids don't feel.

I was adopted. I was born in Edinburgh, and adopted when I was about two weeks old. And it's a good thing, I think, really, that back then, in '75 when I was born, you were really given a lot more information than you're given now when you're adopted. And you know, you can access that information when you're older.

My adoption journey fully fuels my inspiration, my drive, what my vision of success is.

I've had a lot of different lives. I was adopted, I grew up in Nebraska, and then I went to Northwestern... Then I had this really extraordinary, different life than my parents.

We've heard some theories, but there is a lot of mystery surrounding my adoption.

When I ride the subway back and forth, sometimes I look at the other passengers and wonder if any of them are children who have been adopted or parents who have adopted.

I'm not adopting a baby.

I want adopted people to know they were chosen.

I'm told I was born in Canada, but I was adopted, and I grew up in Maine and Massachusetts.

I was never obsessed with being adopted. I was simply curious about my biological parents.

Since I was five, I've known that I was adopted, which is a politically correct term for being clueless about one's own origins.

I was adopted when I was a baby. My mother carried me for nine months and she held me for one hour, and didn't see me again.

I remember my mum explaining to me what adoption meant when I was still at primary school. 'Son,' she said to me, 'you didn't grow under my heart, you grew in it'.

I've wanted to adopt since I was eight, nine years old. I really do think I will.

I was adopted by two amazing people: a Salvadoran mother and a white father who were incredibly supportive of me and my work. I am eternally grateful for them.

The journey into adoption started for my parents, as it does with so many families: my mother and father desperately wanted to have kids, but they couldn't.

For my 11th birthday, I asked to be adopted.

When I'm ready, I plan to adopt. I still believe in family.

My adoptive mother always wanted to meet my biological mother.