Top 120 Belonged Quotes

Pop belonged to more musical people in earlier times, but we’ve sort of gotten away from that. Now it’s software people. I kind of feel like reclaiming it is in order.

Had the decision belonged to Senator Kerry, Saddam hussein would still be in power today in Iraq. In fact, Saddam Hussein would almost certainly still be in control of Kuwait.

I’ve always belonged to the street, and I always will. It’s in my DNA.

The whole force of the respectable circles to which I belonged, that respectable circle which knew as I did not the value of security won, the slender chance of replacing it if lost or abandoned, was against me.

We joined a Conservative synagogue. I began learning through engagement, rote and reading. Suddenly, I belonged… well, to the extent that a novelist can ever feel she is part of a group; we may be part of a minyan, but we’re not fully merged into the community.

I lived Tom Girardi’s legal life with him first 10 years of our relationship. I went to every legal organization, every event – all of those groups he belonged to and those speeches he gave.

And so it became a priority for me to make sure that all Asian Canadians or Asian Americans or wherever you are, Asian Australians, felt like they belonged.

I grew up in San Francisco in the 1970s. We were part of a church that belonged to the California Jesus movement.

For much of the twentieth century, 1984 was a year that belonged to the future – a strange, gray future at that. Then it slid painlessly into the past, like any other year. Big Brother arrived and settled in, though not at all in the way George Orwell had imagined.

I worked at a local country club that I never belonged to. I did random tasks in the pro shop and supposed to be in charge of the register, but that didn’t go so well. They quickly realized I was better with people, not computers.

I grew up in a house full of books, and we belonged to the Country Lending Service – each month the State Library would send us a parcel of books by train.

I remember an old Singer sewing machine at home that belonged to my grandmother. It had a pedal. My mom taught me how to use it when I was 12 years old. I used to find it so intriguing, how a flat piece of material could be made into an object that had so many uses.

I placed my new novel, ‘The Book of Lost Fragrances’, in Paris, knowing it would be a challenge. But the book belonged in the city that is one of the greatest perfume capitals of the world and has been since for more than three centuries.

When this sad war is over we will all return to our homes, and feel that we can ask no higher honor than the proud consciousness that we belonged to the Army of the Potomac.

Though I had been born in Maryland, Montana was where I truly belonged.

I have had issues with depression all my life, and it’s probably true to say there was a tendency towards it even when I was very young, during my schooldays. There was often – and this is quite common with comics – a sense of not feeling as if I belonged anywhere.

A descendant of enslaved people, George Floyd was born with generational trauma in his DNA and denied the generational wealth that belonged to his family.

There was a time in school where I was trying to figure out which lunch table I belonged to. Eventually, I started my own table and formed my own crew.

Less than 8 percent of private sector workers belonged to a union in 2004, and, overall, only 12.5 percent of American workers carry a union card – down from about one-third of workers in labor’s heydays in the 1950s.

In ancient British times, the whole country belonged to tribes, and the tribes owned their several districts. At the head of each tribe was the chief.

I’ve been kicked out of every damn church I’ve ever belonged to.

I think gymnastics was associated with the 10. I thought that belonged to the sport, and somehow we gave it way.

I belonged to the Columbia Record Club, and that’s where my records came from. For some reason, I was in the ‘jazz’ category. I got Benny Goodman records and Miles Davis, J.J. Johnson and Kai Winding, and that kind of stuff. I really was not a jazz guy at all, but I knew some of those names.

When my parents were like, ‘We’re going to the Northwest,’ I thought, ‘You’ve gotta be kidding me.’ I was so depressed. The cold weather really did not agree with me. When I moved back down to L.A. at 16, I felt like it was home – it was where I belonged.

I went to church when I was younger, but it was never something pushed down my throat or anything, which is a good thing. I found out for myself where I belonged.

In Northern Ireland, I truly, effortlessly, knew who I was. I knew where I belonged. I felt completely and utterly secure.

My passion for fashion originated in my mother’s closet. She was a woman who loved fashion. She enjoyed dressing up a lot, and she had a closet that was like her sacred room that belonged only to her. She wouldn’t let us go in and play there very often.

At the time I belonged to the socialist party, and Hitler came to power.

For years, I didn’t feel like I belonged in the second week of Grand Slam tournaments. I just wasn’t good enough. But when the 2016 U.S. Open rolled around, I knew, for whatever reason, I was going to make a splash.

Political scientists after World War II hypothesized that even though the voices of individual Americans counted for little, most people belonged to a variety of interest groups and membership organizations – clubs, associations, political parties, unions – to which politicians were responsive.

I belonged to another club, and liked the camaraderie.

My main electric guitar belonged to Clarence White, the great guitarist for the Byrds.

I always thought Magic Kingdom was supposed to be the happiest place on Earth – where everything smells like waffle cones and cotton candy – but when I first went to Diagon Alley, I knew that was where I belonged.

I have never belonged to a party. I don’t have party affiliation.

If you belonged to a political party or a social club that was tied to as much bigotry, misogyny, homophobia, violence, and sheer ignorance as religion is, you’d resign in protest.

I never really felt like I belonged in California.

In the first English class I attended, Prof. E. H. Elliot, addressing me, asked if I really belonged to the Junior B. A. class, and I had to answer him in the affirmative. He then proceeded to inquire how old I was.

There were times I didn’t know if I even belonged in the NBA. Everyone at this level is so good – bigger, stronger, faster.

The power of the word in Morocco belonged to men and to the authorities. No one asked the point of view of poor people or women.

In the ’60s, people were still very protective of each field that they belonged to. Avant-garde artists didn’t know about rock or pop or jazz. And the jazz people of course didn’t want to know about any other music. They were all just kind of protecting their territory.

I knew I belonged to the public and to the world, not because I was talented or even beautiful, but because I had never belonged to anything or anyone else.

I always thought competition was for horse races and it never belonged in art. I never felt that competitive with other girl singers, really.

It was always my belief that rock and roll belonged in the hands of the people, not rock stars.

It was a woman’s bedroom, actually a boudoir, and no man belonged in it except by invitation.

In my day, the only people who achieved real independence were my father, Mary Pickford and Charles Chaplin, who, with D. W. Griffith, formed United Artists. Other than that, everybody belonged to the big studios. They had no say in their own careers.

If fame belonged to me, I could not escape her; if she did not, the longest day would pass me on the chase, and the approbation of my dog would forsake me then. My barefoot rank is better.

I was born on July 23rd, 1906, in Sarajevo in the province of Bosnia, which then belonged to the Austrian-Hungarian Monarchy and later, in 1918, became part of Yugoslavia.

My sister and my brother, of whom I have not spoken before, were considerably older than I; it seemed almost as if we belonged to different generations.

Modern as the style of Pascal’s writing is, his thought is deeply impregnated with the spirit of the Middle Ages. He belonged, almost equally, to the future and to the past.

When I was born, there was a very isolated idea of what it meant to be a man or a woman, and you belonged to one gender or the other.

Like many women, my first lip color belonged to my mum. It was bright orange and very fashionable at the time.

I went through my whole life wanting to feel I belonged. I was very, very lonely, so I would marry people that I wasn’t really in love with, and who weren’t right for me, because I hoped they would be.

I was a fervent Catholic, and I belonged to the national organizations, even becoming one of the national leaders, until the age of 21, 22.

While my mother lived, I always felt to a certain degree as if I had somebody who was my superior and who exercised a mysterious protection over me. I belonged to something – I hung to something – there is nothing that has so much reverence and religion in it as affection to parents.