Longing for Belonging Quotes

I had spent my whole life feeling homesick. The only difference between the two of us was that I didn't know what or where home was.

The cry for love and communion and for recognition that rises from the hearts of people in need reveals the fountain of love in us and our capacity to give life.

Homesickness is nothing. Fifty percent of the people in the world are homesick all the time.

I have always felt a little homeless. It's a strange thing.

I never felt like I belonged in Minnesota when I was growing up there. That's why I was out the door as soon as I turned 18.

I felt like I'd been misplaced in the cosmos and I belonged in Maine.

I have a stepladder. It's a very nice stepladder but it's sad that I never knew my real ladder.

Growing up in Beverly Hills, everyone was Jewish, and I always secretly wanted to be.

When I was little, I knew that I was not adopted, but I actually imagined and hoped that I was - and that my real parents were going to come get me.

I'm a misplaced American, but don't know where I was misplaced.

As far back as she could remember, a phantom life had mocked her with its impenetrable “something else,” but now it was the opposite. Here, in the circle of Akiva's presence, even as they spoke of war and siege and enduring enmity, she felt herself being drawn into the warm absoluteness and rightness of him, like he was both place and person and, contrary to all reason, exactly where she was supposed to be.

Sometimes I feel like I don't belong anywhere, & it's gonna take so long for me to get to somewhere, Sometimes I feel so heavy hearted, but I can't explain cuz I'm so guarded. But that's a lonely road to travel, and a heavy load to bear. And it's a long, long way to heaven but I gotta get there Can you send an angel? Can you send me an angel...to guide me.

I know this body is impatient. I know I constitute only a meager voice and mind. Yet I loved, I love. I want no sentimentality. I want no more than home.

I've always believed there is a better place somewhere. I feel like I'm E.T. and I'm just passing through.

For twenty years I have ached to go back home, when there was nobody there to whom I could return.

We are all children searching for love.

I’ve dropped out of their hearts like a little sparrow fallen from its nest. So gather me up, dear, fold me to your heart – and you’ll see how nice I can be.