There was not an inch of solid ground anywhere in the world for me to call my own. I didn't belong anywhere. Had I disappeared, no one would have noticed.
I felt like an integral part of my being had just been ripped out of me, only to have it replaced with something that did not belong.
Goldenrod Moram had a first name that sounded like it belonged in the middle of a fairy tale, where she would be the dazzling princess in need of rescuing.
I think of my pile of old paperbacks, their pages gone wobbly, like they'd once belonged to the sea.
You’re my home, Susanna. My home, my heart, my dearest love. Wherever you are, that’s where I belong. Always.” - Victor Bramwell, Earl of Rycliff
For {she} had adopted the standard of the young: what there was in the moment was everything. And moments followed one another without necessarily belonging to one another.
You can't take away something she never fully had. She may have been promised to me, but my heart will never belong to her!
To me, the words “food” and “guilt” didn’t belong in the same sentence unless, say, you were referring to how you felt about the starving children in Africa.
Don't pour a lifetime of effort into a seasonal relationship. Not everyone from the pilot belongs in the finale.
It's a bad word, 'belong.' Especially when you put it with somebody you love ... You can't own a human being.
TRUST that if they strayed from your path – they DO NOT belong there. Not everybody can go where you’re going.
If you end your story, it's a static work of art, a finite circle. But if you don't, it belongs to anyone's imagination. It stays alive forever.
There’s a drive in a lost soul—in one that is searching for acceptance, companionship, belonging, whatever you want to call it. The slightest coincidence ignites a spark that one hopes will lead to something meaningful.
When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it.
Music is very personal. It means different things to different people. To you it means belonging. To me it means knowing I exist.
my good qualities are under your protection, and you are to exaggerate them as much as possible; and, in return, it belongs to me to find occasion for teasing and quarreling with you as often as may be...
I am the ghost in the empty jar. My silence belongs in the cemetery, just like all my ex girlfriends. Long live love!
I believe men belong in the garage, because that’s where the dog food is stored. And the band is kept there. Auditions start after I move the car.
I belong here, I tell Toy. I'm hungry for every city block. Every brick building. Every crowded intersection. Electric. I feel brand new.
You are my home; it is in your loving gaze that I find the comfort, acceptance, and the sense of belonging.
Now that Scotty has entered the realm of myth, everyone wants to own him. And maybe they should. Doesn't a myth belong to everyone?
