Quotes About Unity

The only thing that had saved her then was knitting. In prison she had become a compulsive knitter. Knitting allowed her to unite, to connect, to integrate. With every stitch she held on to dear life. Threads hold us together.

Para a mesa e para a cama, uma só vez se chama.

La vida siempre nos ofrece dos posibilidades: el día y la noche; el águila o la serpiente, la construcción o la destrucción, el castigo o el perdón, pero siempre hay una tercera posibilidad oculta que unifica a las dos: descúbrela. Después

She felt love: real Love. The kind of love that makes no distinction, that doesn't separate, that is not contained within a body. She cried from so much love.

Inmediatamente, sus miradas enardecidas se fundieron de tal manera que quien los hubiera visto sólo habría notado una sola mirada, un solo movimiento rítmico y sensual, una sola respiración agitada y un mismo deseo

En la vida real cuando uno rompe los vínculos que lo mantienen unido en la trama de la vida, también deja un hueco, un hueco enorme, pero eso no significa que no se le pueda rescatar, sí se puede, pero antes es necesario que uno reconozca cuáles son los hilos invisibles que nos mantienen unidos a los demás. Cuáles son nuestros puntos de unión. Nuestros puntos de contacto.

Lupita supo que nunca había dejado de amar. Que ella vivía desde el inicio de los tiempos y que desde ese momento ella amó cada partícula que se conectó con otra. Definitivamente ella amó, ella amaba y ella seguiría amando.

Look ma'am, those narcos that mutilate, torture, and kill others are no longer a part of us. They're no longer part of any family or community; they act against everyone. They are worth nothing. But when you bury a narco, you allow him to be a part of you again. He becomes dust, food, our brother once more. His body—dissolved in the earth—now sustains life again, instead of destroying it.

Ellos, que no pertenecen ni a mi mundo ni al de los españoles. Ellos, que son la mezcla de todas las sangres--la iberica, la africana, la romana, la goda, la sangre indigena y la sangre del medio oreinte--, ellos que junto con todos los que estan naciendo, son el nuevo recipeinte para que el verdadero pensamiento de Cristo--Quetzalcoatl se instale nuevamente en los corazones y proyecte al mundo su luz, ¡que nunca tengan miedo! ¡que nunca se sientan solos!

Y entendió que, antes de que encarnara dentro de su vientre, ella y su hijo ya eran lo mismo, y lo seguían siendo. Nunca había habido pérdida ni separación. Nunca había habido cuerpos diferenciados entre madre e hijo.

pero eso no significa que no se le pueda rescatar, sí se puede, pero antes es necesario que uno reconozca cuáles son los hilos invisibles que nos mantienen unidos a los demás. Cuáles son nuestros puntos de unión. Nuestros puntos de contacto. Por lo mismo, Lupita no entendía por

That's the key, you know. If you think about the pain to come, you'll just give up. So you take it hour by hour, minute by minute, and the only thing you have through all of it is your team." Elizabeth

The stars and stripes were fluttering bright against the rain, clear blue overhead, and their minds were saying the words before their ears heard them.

She had not known before that it takes two to make a smile.

This is Indian country, isn't it?" Laura said. "What did we come to their country for, if you don't like them?

friends will stand by me in trouble. They will

God is America's king.

Laura thought of Ma's saying, It takes all kinds of people to make a world.

Well, Caroline, it's pleasant to be with a crowd of people all trying to do the right thing, same as we are.

No rule but love between us.

Our moon is the same moon, our sun is the same sun, and the stars will sparkle for us no matter who or where or what erare-- not sluts, not players, just people.

The nice part about living in a small town is that when you don't know what you're doing, someone else does. —ANONYMOUS

The new world was the same as the old. The houses were different, the streets were called Closes, the clothes were different, the voices were different, but the human beings were the same as they always had been.

Poem after poem after poem is the heartbeat of the human race.