The baby didn't belong to Joseph.
I want to go to a place where I can settle with my family and feel we truly belong to the community.
I belong to an organization called the Guardians.
I know this is hard on you, but you'll soon see where you belong in this mess.
I don't belong anywhere.
I want you to accept that you belong here, and I want to hear the words.
Frankly, I could care less who your bones belong to.
Perhaps you belong in Hell, not her.
How terrible it must be to hunger for things that belong to someone else – especially when one of those things is your own daughter.
It doesn't matter what I feel, Rhyn, when I know I don't belong in this world or here with you, and I know without a doubt I won't survive, even if you find some place on another planet to stash me!
I know where I belong, and it.s right here with you.
Do you suppose they belong to that woman?
She didn't seem to belong here, way too classy.
She wasn't the kind of woman who would ever belong in his world.
He doesn't belong in either world.
You know whatever's in there, it don't belong to you.
It was big enough to belong to Brutus – maybe too big.
You belong at my side, Jenn, just like I belong at yours.
When you do, you'll know you and Tiyan belong to me.
They might belong to neighbors.
She didn't belong in the wilderness.
You can't fully make that decision, until you're willing to accept that all this" Sofi waved her hand around the compound "is your new place in life and that for some reason, you belong with a freak of nature of a man."
The species of the Of d World which, though commonly called "grosbeaks," certainly belong to the family Ploceidae, are treated under WEAVER-BIRD.
I think this is the loveliest country in the world; but not being fairies Jim and I feel we ought to be where we belong--and that's at the ranch.
They belong to the rich man who lives in the big white house there among the trees.
Now, however, I see the folly of attempting to hitch one's wagon to a star with harness that does not belong to it.
I have read in a Hindoo book, that there was a king's son, who, being expelled in infancy from his native city, was brought up by a forester, and, growing up to maturity in that state, imagined himself to belong to the barbarous race with which he lived.
Inhabitants of the city and villages, and you, workingmen and artisans, to whatever nation you belong, you are called on to carry out the paternal intentions of His Majesty the Emperor and King and to co- operate with him for the public welfare!