“...my body has becomeanother countryand I feel like an unemployedillegal alienhow will I survivewhere I do not belongI belong with you”
“It's been so long that I think I was unsettled by the idea of feeling like I belonged anywhere. But you made me feel like I belong.”
“Do you think it will always be this way?”“What?”“I mean, when do we start feeling like the world belongs to us?”I wanted to tell him that the world would never belong to us. “I don't know,” I said. “Tomorrow.”
“I didn't feel like I was in my own body; my body was just a lonely, temporary container I happened to be borrowing.”
“I do not belong to a nation because I speak the same language as they do; I belong to them because I feel the same pain as they did.”
“You know," he said to his mother, "I don't want to belong to the well-to-do middle class. I like my common people best. I belong to the common people." - Sons and Lovers”