Everyone had a place. Everyone fit. Everyone belonged. Everyone but Anna Mae.

Wherever I am, you belong. You're mine. Say it.

Do you not understand?” he whispered. “I have never belonged to anyone. Not since I was a child. It is a lonely thing to be unclaimed by another. The idea that I could be yours seduces me more than you can know.

...People do belong to each other. Once you make a sacrifice for someone, you own part of his or her soul.

Ronan taught me that children do not exist to honor their parents; their parents exist to honor them. [...] Ronan was mine but he never belonged to me. This is not an issue of ownership. A child is not a couch.

I don't even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere.