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I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.
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moving-on
memories
future
past
homelessness
belonging
leaving
attachment
uncertainty
roots
home
reminiscence
memory
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Beryl Markham |
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Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy--the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.
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light
courage
love
inspirational
belonging
vulnerability
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Brene Brown |
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Home's where you go when you run out of homes.
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homelessness
belonging
homecoming
attachment
roots
home
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John le Carré |
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Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.
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comfort
philosophy
irrevocability
state-of-mind
completion
fulfillment
belonging
permanence
security
attachment
home
safety
psychology
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James Baldwin |
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Before, I wanted to say: "I found love!" But now, I want to say: "I found a person. And he belongs to me and I belong to him.
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inspirational-love
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growing
person
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C. JoyBell C. |
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I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.
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life
wisdom
lois-lowry
the-giver
belonging
jonah
sorry
place
alone
strange
stupid
lonely
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Lois Lowry |
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Maybe your country is only a place you make up in your own mind. Something you dream about and sing about. Maybe it's not a place on the map at all, but just a story full of people you meet and places you visit, full of books and films you've been to. I'm not afraid of being homesick and having no language to live in. I don't have to be like anyone else. I'm walking on the wall and nobody can stop me.
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anchoring
individuality
self-determination
independence
self-awareness
empowerment
inspirational
country
self-assurance
self-sufficiency
self-trust
self-containment
homelessness
belonging
self-reliance
nationality
attachment
roots
home
self-respect
self-esteem
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Hugo Hamilton |
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Home is a notion that only nations of the homeless fully appreciate and only the uprooted comprehend.
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homelessness
belonging
attachment
roots
home
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Wallace Stegner |
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A generous heart is always open, always ready to receive our going and coming. In the midst of such love we need never fear abandonment. This is the most precious gift true love offers - the experience of knowing we always belong.
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true-love
fear
heart
love
generousity
belonging
gift
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Bell Hooks |
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Those who have a strong sense of love and belonging have the courage to be imperfect.
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be-yourself
courage-to-be-imperfect
love
inspirational
belonging
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Brené Brown |
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We all belong here equally...Just by being born onto the earth we are accepted and the earth supports us. We don't have to be especially good. We don't have to accomplish anything. We don't even have to be healthy.
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belonging
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Polly Horvath |
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Bean could see the hunger in their eyes. Not the regular hunger, for food, but the real hunger, the deep hunger, for family, for love, for belonging.
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family
love
belonging
hunger
human-nature
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Orson Scott Card |
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"If ever you do go back, what is it you want of Evesham?" "Do I know? [...] The silence, it might be ... or the stillness. To have no more running to do ... to have arrived, and have no more need to run. The appetite changes. Now I think it would be a beautiful thing to be still."
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completion
fullfilment
journey-s-end
arrival
homelessness
belonging
homecoming
stillness
attachment
roots
home
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Ellis Peters |
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They hooted and laughed all the way back to the car, teasing Milkman, egging him on to tell more about how scared he was. And he told them. Laughing too, hard, loud, and long. Really laughing, and he found himself exhilarated by simply walking the earth. Walking it like he belonged on it; like his legs were stalks, tree trunks, a part of his body that extended down down down into the rock and soil, and were comfortable there--on the earth and on the place where he walked. And he did not limp.
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laughter
belonging
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Toni Morrison |
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Quoting Viola Davis (who is sharing rules she lives by): '4. I will not be a mystery to my daughter. She will know me and I will share my stories with her--the stories of failure, shame, and accomplishment. She will know she's not alone in that wilderness.
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motherhood
love
belonging
wilderness
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Brené Brown |
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"8 second hug: Yes, eight seconds is a long time, and no, I am not recommending giving everyone an eight second hug. The shell we put up or mask we hide behind is made up of what we think logically think will keep us emotionally safe. Intuition is not fooled by shells or masks, intuition which is non-verbal communication bypasses whatever facade we put up, so that hearts can connect. This makes us feel vulnerable, because we can't hide out hopes and fears from being seen from other people's intuition. We may not remember the last time we felt an overwhelming feeling of belonging, but likely it was when we were the most vulnerable; like being held as a newly born infant, not aware that we were naked, and nothing we could do about it even if we did know, being held tightly in someone's arms who completely loved us. It may not have been a parent or grandparent holding the newborn us, but if it wasn't, for sure it was the nurse there at the delivery, responding to our cry to be held. We resist the one thing that allows someone into our life--vulnerability, by cutting off the intuitions communication which is non-verbal. We often avoid eye contact, avoid letting people see us cry, and avoid allowing ourselves to be held. I wish I had known earlier in life, what C.S. Lewis put so well in his book The Four Loves, "There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable." We live in a world of alphas, where we all want to prove we are worthy to be held by proving we can hold ourselves. When we hug what is said intuitively is, "I will hold your pieces together so you don't have to worry about falling apart. Take a rest in my arms for a moment and remember that you are loved." When we hug someone, at about eight seconds on average there is a deeper breath in and then an exhale as our body actually relaxes. You can definitely feel it, we are rigid, and then we melt. Don't count while you are hugging, but if it is longer than about eight seconds before the other person relaxes, then they are really stressed out, and scared everything will crumble if they relax. If it is less than about five seconds, that means something else, not something consistent enough to be able to diagnose similar to taking longer to relax. You'll just actually have to communicate and figure it out with the person. The non-verbal communication of a hug or eye contact should precede the verbal communication of words. I would venture a bet that most marriages struggling don't meet each other after work with at least an eight second hug before they ask how their day was. We shouldn't expect words to be able to describe emotions, especially when we can just look someone in the eyes and then hug them and feel their emotion for ourselves. The part of hugging that is the best, is after we relax and allow ourselves to be loved, and so if our hugs with those we really love aren't at least eight seconds, we are totally missing out."
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non-verbal-communication
love
hugs
belonging
intuition
emotions
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Michael Brent Jones |
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A mixture, before the English, of irritation and bafflement, of having this same language, same past, so many same things, and yet not belonging to them any more. Being worse than rootless... speciesless.
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past
belong
rootless
speciesless
irritation
belonging
english
roots
language
england
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John Fowles |
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"There was a man with tongue of wood Who essayed to sing, And in truth it was lamentable. But there was one who heard The clip-clapper of this tongue of wood And knew what the man
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inspirational
belonging
contentment
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Stephen Crane |
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"The beauty of being human is the capacity and desire for intimacy. Yet we know that even those who are most intimate remain strange to us. Like children, we often "make strange" with each other."
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solitude
relationship
friendship
love
divine-love
belonging
communion
intimacy
longing
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John O'Donohue |
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Adoption is outside. You act out what it feels like to be the one who doesn't belong. And you act it out by trying to do to others what has been done to you. It is impossible to believe anyone loves you for yourself. I never believed that my parents loved me. I tried to love them but it didn't work. It has taken me a long time to learn how to love - both the giving and the receiving. I have written about love obsessively, forensically, and I know/knew it as the highest value. I loved God of course, in the early days, and God loved me. That was something. And I loved animals and nature. And poetry. People were the problem. How do you love another person? How do you trust another person to love you? I had no idea. I thought that love was loss. Why is the measure of love loss?
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loss
family
love
unconditional-love
belonging
being-yourself
fulfilment
authenticity
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Jeanette Winterson |