My friends stood on the ground two feet below me, and miles away from understanding why I would want to sleep on a trailer platform… I couldn’t possibly begin to explain what was only beginning...

I have no definable history before I was abandoned and taken in by the orphanage in Hong Kong. I truly am a blank sheet. I have been disconnected from my ancestors. I don’t know who...

An expectation is a future object, recognised as belonging to me.

The waves splash against my face, carrying a message: Welcome, you belong here.

follow too muchthe devices and desires of my own heart.”Already the curves in the roadare familiar to me, and the mountainin all kinds of light, treating all people the same.and when I come over the...

Society, as we have constituted it, will have no place for me, has none to offer; but Nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I...

What if we all stopped fighting to belong and realized that we already do? What if we acknowledged, in each interaction with ourselves and with others, the eternal, beautiful interconnected energy that flows between us?...

The Tejo runs down from SpainAnd the Tejo goes into the sea in Portugal.Everybody knows that.But not many people know the river of my villageAnd where it comes fromAnd where it’s going.And so, because it...

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...

Life in all its brevity deserved to be lived, for the right reasons. Belonging Places.

When we separate ourselves from the rest of the world, the world becomes a lonely and difficult place to live in. When we see ourselves as completely separate, we cannot call upon the power and...

You feel more like home to me than any place I’ve ever been.

I looked forward to making friends at school, but I had come late and friendships had already been formed. I couldn’t find my way into their world. They seemed to have a secret code I...

How do you eat your roots?

I’d chosen the regret I could live with best, that’s all. I’d chosen the life I belonged to.

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...

The voice so filled with nostalgia that you could almost see the memories floating through the blue smoke, memories not only of music and joy and youth, but perhaps, of dreams. They listened to the...

That is what happens when the heart door opens- you become less yourself than part of everything.’ Many are the sentinels who guard that door: our fears, our self-importance, our meanness, our greed, our bitterness,...

[I]t doesn’t matter whom you love or where you move from or to, you always take yourself with you. If you don’t know who you are, or if you’ve forgotten or misplaced her, then you’ll...

I went to my dresser, turned the lamp off, and crawled into bed. I was taking a chance but I couldn’t help slipping in behind Tweet and draping my arm around her waist. She placed...

Language is the only homeland.

You have to understand that only the very worst end up here: the ones whose anger made them kill, and who felt no sorrow or guilt after the act; those so obsessed with themselves that...

She whispers her hush lullaby in dulcet tones to be carried by the wind sending her message “My today belongs to you.

It was a place you could make into a home if your home hadn’t worked out.

How can you lose me? You’ve owned me from the first moment I saw you.

The sense of belonging together had been deeper than love.

There was a man with tongue of woodWho essayed to sing,And in truth it was lamentable.But there was one who heardThe clip-clapper of this tongue of woodAnd knew what the manWished to sing,And with that...