“See - this book belongs to you,' Hannah said sweetly.'No young lady,' the birdman said. 'It belongs to you - but you don't belong to it.'He leaned in very close to her.'You belong to you,' he said.”
“He said it was better to belong where you don't belong than not to belong where you used to belong, remembering when you used to belong there.”
“You belong with us," he said quietly. "Nothing's going to change that.”
“I'm not like you, Mal. I never really fit in the way that you did. I never belonged anywhere.""You belonged with me," he said quietly."No, Mal. Not really. Not for a long time.”
“Who are you? You don't belong to the police?''I am better than the police,' said Poirot. He said it without conscious arrogance. It was, to him, a simple statement of fact.”
“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”