Quotes About Unity

What I'd like to suggest in this three-day experiment is that all the important stuff you need to know is happening right outside your window, right there in your neighborhood, right in your own heart.

3.   We're all in this together. If we take care of one another and go the extra mile to appreciate and play together, we all gain—each one of us is lifted up. Sure, we could walk alone to the finish line. But the real joy comes from tackling the journey together, from raising our voices in one mighty, unified wahoo!

When you give yourself wholly to a piece of ground, its goodness enters your bloodstream like an infusion. You will never be alone the same way again, and never quite dislocated. Your heart will grow down into and back out of that ground like a tree.

You got some synchronicity happening in your life right now?

From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remember'd; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed that they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

And Ruth said, "Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.

makes even the most difficult of times better and the strangest of villages home.

I need a real MAN-- so, I can be a Woman-- We are different for good reasons. We need each other like puzzle pieces. To inspire greatness in each other.

It wilna end wi' me, Campbell. Slay me, and you'll face my brothers and after them my Muhheconneok kin. You cannae possibly kill us all.

We're the eighth and ninth dwarves—Gimpy and Barfy.

I promise you'll never be alone again, Amalie. My home is yours now. My family is your family.

The man had no idea what it was like to love a woman more than he loved himself, to be bound to her body and soul, to see her in his children's faces, to know down to his bones that she was the axis of his world.

Jack liked it when things balanced themselves like that, the chaos and asymmetries of life coming together in surprising ways to achieve order.

I was floating around in the Garden of Eden, thrilled to be a human being at the Human-Be-In, knowing the world could be saved if we loved one another. I was draped in flowers, bestowed upon me by my brothers and sisters. I was laughing, loving, breathing Princess of Peace...

The family is based on the couple. If it exists only through children, it withers,

It was Laney and me against the world. We were a powerful pair that summer. Nobody could ever come between us.

When couples come together, it's for big reasons. Sometimes more than they believe. And the person who is right for you is exactly the one that makes you become who heaven intended you to be.

It was there. That feeling, that oneness, that she'd always sought, that she'd always longed for, that had always eluded her. It was right there in each other's arms. She had found it at last and she wanted to revel in it, expand it, prolong it. She wanted to make it theirs, forever. And keep it both secreted inside their hearts and shared with the entire human race.

A good marriage should be based on comparable purpose and ambition

She needs me. And I need her.

To consider, Is this man of our own or an alien? is a mark of little-minded persons; but the whole earth is of kin to the generous-hearted.*

Tu vois, Jo, cette petite étoile au bout de la casserole, elle est comme toi, si tu l'enlèves, la casserole perd son équilibre, et toi, si on te retire de la famille, la famille s'écroule parce que tu es la joie incarnée, la bonne humeur, la générosité... et pourtant, avait poursuivi son père, elle a l'air bien modeste, cette étoile en bout de constellation, on la voit à peine...

And gun-owning truck drivers in Louisiana have more in common with trishul-wielding Hindus in India, bearded Islamists in Pakistan, and nationalists and populists elsewhere, than any of them realize.

History, largely experienced previously as a series of natural disasters, could now be seen as a movement in which everyone could potentially enlist.