“All my life I've thought I needed someone to complete me, now I know I need to belong to myself.”

“I've seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.”

Ernest Hemingway (1899–1961) American author and journalist

“Oh I’m on my way, I know I am,
Somewhere not so far from here
All I know is all I feel right now,
I feel the power growing in my hair
Sitting on my own not by myself,
Everybody’s here with me
I don’t need to touch your face to know,
And I don’t need to use my eyes to see”

Cat Stevens (1948) British singer-songwriter

“I need you to pray for me; I need you to care for me. I need you to want me to win. I need to know where I'm heading, because I know where I've been.”

50 Cent (1975) American rapper, actor, businessman, investor and television producer

“I've needed someone like you for a long time. Now that I have you, no one is going to take you from me.

Logan to Madeline”

Lisa Kleypas (1964) American writer

“I give myself a good cry if I need it, but then I concentrate on all good things still in my life.”

Mitch Albom Tuesdays with Morrie

“I've had an animal all my life, I wouldnt know myself without one!)”

Ben Kowalewicz (1975) musician

“There is this lie floating around that says I am supposed to be able to do life alone, without any help, without stopping to worship something bigger than myself. But I actually believe there is something bigger than me, and I need for there to be something bigger than me. I need someone to put awe inside me; I need to come second to someone who has everything figured out.”

Donald Miller book Blue Like Jazz: nonreligious thoughts on Christian spirituality

“My terrible fear of dying
No longer plays with me,
for now I know that I'm needed
For the symphony.”

Kate Bush (1958) British recording artist; singer, songwriter, musician and record producer

“Is love this misguided need to have you beside me most of the time? Is love this safety I feel in our silences? Is it this belonging, this completeness?”

Chi­ma­man­da Ngo­zi Adi­chie book Half of a Yellow Sun