Quotes About Unity

Family's not a thing, it's a place,' Shay said softly. 'It's where all the memories get kept.

Jenna lost her mother. I lost my credibility. Virgil lost his faith. We've all got missing pieces. But for a little while, I believed that, together, we might be whole.

What must you break apart in order to bring a family close together? Bread, of course.

Some people spend their whole lives looking for that one person. I was lucky enough to have her all along.

Love is not an equation, as your father once wanted me to believe. It's not a contract, and it's not a happy ending. It is the slate under the chalk and the ground buildings rise from and the oxygen in the air. It is the place I come back to, no matter where I've been headed.

Unlike the characters in the book, however, these different sorts of people don't seem to mix well. It is like the salad dressing Jessamyn makes: a little bit of olive oil, a squeeze of lemon, and some red wine vinegar. If whipped, they combine. But leave them to their own devices and they will sort themselves out again. I don't really understand this. When you have so many people, each one inevitably fascinating, why would you limit yourself to only those like you?

Please come to the dance, because you're my music.

It was simply what happened when the histories of two people dovetailed into one.

Home isn't a where, Olive. It's a who.

There's a word we learned in social studies: schadenfreude. It's when you enjoy watching someone else suffer. The real question though, is why? I think part of it is self preservation. And part of it is because a group always feels more like a group when it's banded together against an enemy. It doesn't matter if that enemy has never done anything to hurt you-you just have to pretend you hate someone even more than you hate yourself.

Maybe there are entire worlds where there are no fences, where feelings bears you like a tide.

Having a family means you're never alone.

In so many ways my entire career has been about untangling the knots that society tangles itself in as we futilely attempt to separate the us from the them.

So you tell me... did this execution really make you feel safer? Did it bring us all closer together? Or did it drive us further apart?

How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences, turned the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been? How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room, or underwater, or in the piney woods of Maine, but as long as Em was with him, he was at home?

like yours. That's because home isn't where you are. It's who you're with.

In the wild, a mother elephant and her daughter will stay together until one or the other dies.

I learned the hard way that you shouldn't stay with someone because of your past together—what matters more is if you want the same things in the future.

We [the Amish] look alike. We pray alike. We live alike. ...But none of these things mean we all think alike.

That's why we read fiction, isn't it? To remind us that whatever we suffer, we're not the only ones?

When the matriarch is gone, so is the herd's collective memory.

we have more in common than we have differences.

And then come September, they fell back in step as if they'd never missed a beat. That, Peter figured, was the very definition of a best friend.

It's so easy to forget,' she murmured, 'how underneath, we're all exactly the same.