Quotes About Unity

grabbed our hands and led us in prayer, asking God for guidance and His healing touch on our bodies.

I'm learning to be a part of a team, even if the team doesn't always to what I want. - Amber Brown

Why is all of creation singing?

Imagination is conjunctive and unifying; the sour, habitual wars of the self are disjunctive and separating. When I begin a story at my desk, the window to my back, the path is not there. As I start to walk, I make the path.

If the expected does not occur—in event, reward, or punishment—the work may seem lacking in artistic unity, coherence, and integrity and can sorely surprise or disappoint the audience.)

I hope we'll get lucky enough to grow old together. You can see them on the street, those couples who've been married so long you can't tell them apart.

What is all the suffering for if not so we can see how alike we are, and not alone? Where will the mercy come from, if not from us?

People belong together to each other only as long as they believe. He stopped believing.

It was as if we'd pressed ourselves together until his bones passed through mine and we were the same person, ever so briefly.

That was the thing about experience. It took distant strangers and made them a family. A family of one moment. There was no other way to see it, even as we scattered to the wind.

To marry was to say you believed in the future and in the past, too—that history and tradition and hope could stay knit together to hold you up.

People belong to each other only as long as they both believe.

But what does it all add up to? What is all the suffering for if not so we can see how alike we are, and not alone? Where will the mercy come from, if not from us?

We held on to each other and looked out at the sea. It was impossibly large and full of beauty and danger in equal parts—and we wanted it all.

We stood there, locked and lovely as statues in a garden.

To marry was to say you believed in the future and in the past, too—that history and tradition and hope could stay knit together to hold you up. But

The animals were like a storm moving whole, and then breaking,

When his weight was on me fully, and I could feel every bump and contour of the roof against my shoulders and hips through the blankets, there were moments of pure crushing happiness I knew I'd never forget. It was as if we'd pressed ourselves together until his bones passed through mine and we were the same person, ever so briefly.

Family life worked most clearly for us when we were alone, at the end of the day, reconnecting and shoring each other up.

what happens to us that matters most, but how we can learn to carry it. I'm starting to understand the difference, and how maybe the only way we can survive what's here, and what we are, is together.

This is everything I love. It's all right here. We're our own country.

Not everyone believed in marriage then. To marry was to say you believed in the future and in the past, too—that history and tradition and hope could stay knit together to hold you up.

Everyone deserves to belong somewhere.

In a small place like Mendocino, I know all too well, any act of violence is personal. Everyone will be feeling this. Everyone will be affected.