The doors of Hell are never bolted or barred, to those who belong there.

— Simon R. Green

The use of sea and air is common to all; neither can a title to the ocean belong to any people or private persons, inasmuch as neither nature nor public use and custom permit any possession thereof.

— Elizabeth I

They were afraid the longer we pretended to be human, the more human we would become.”“And who would want that?”“I didn’t think I would,” he admits. “Until I became one.”“When you…‘woke up’ in Evan?” He shakes his head and says simply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “When I woke up in you, Cassie. I wasn’t fully human until I saw myself in your eyes.” And then there are real human tears in his real human eyes, and it’s my turn to hold him while his heart breaks. My turn to see myself in his eyes. Somebody might say that I’m not the only one lying in the enemy’s arms. I am humanity, but who is Evan Walker? Human and Other. Both and neither. By loving me, he belongs to no one. He doesn’t see it that way.

— Rick Yancey

This is the mistake they make above. They think that only certain people have a place. Only certain kinds of people belong. The rest is waste. But even waste must have a place. Otherwise, it will clog and clot, and rot and fester.

— Lauren Oliver

To feel the joy too much:let us trust too much, let us love too much, let us hope too much and let us belong too much.

— Debasish Mridha

We all belong to the holiness of our eternal soul.

— Munia Khan

We all seek that somewhere to which we belong and that somewhere is surely not here!

— Jasleen Kaur Gumber

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? What if we recognized our equality and celebrated our differences? Imagine how the world could be.

— Vironika Tugaleva

When I’m with you, even my past seems like a bad dream,” he says. “I’ve sat on this hill a hundred times, and all I used to see were lights that represented places where I wasn’t wanted, where I never belonged. Now, when you aren’t with me, I look east and know one of those lights represents you, and I don’t feel alone anymore.

— Katie McGarry

Why do I love poetry? It's more than word play, less about the pay. Let's just say that for the first time in a long while I stopped running, stared back at my darkest worst and said, 'Come here, you belong with me

— Evy Michaels