Belonging to a place isn't nearly as necessary as belonging to people you love and who love you and need you.

Who we are and who we become depends, in part, on whom we love.

The people who have a strong sense of love and belonging, BELIEVE they are worthy of love and belonging.

I love whom I love

My love for those I love — not many — not very many, but don't I love them so?

In the end, all that really matters — all you really have — is the people you love. Not your job, not your career, not your awards, not your money, not your stuff. Just your people.

I am who I am because somebody loved me.

I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.

The things that we love tell us what we are.

Tell me who admires and loves you, and I will tell you who you are.

I believe, Messieurs, in loyalty — -to one's friends and one's family and one's caste.

Well, I know what I am, and that’s what counts more than anything else, because the people don’t know what I go through. They think I’m born this way. They don’t know what it took to get this way.

The whole deal about loving truly and for real and with all you've got has everything to do with letting those we love see what made us.

Some people belong entirely to others… They have not a day, not an hour to call their own, so completely do they give themselves to others. This is true even in matters of understanding. Some people know everything for others and nothing for themselves.