Quotes About Unity

LLEGAR A CASA ES ir los cuatro hasta el árbol, cada uno a su paso, cada uno con lo vivido y con lo que nos queda juntos. Pendientes todos del camino y de la sombra de los demás. Navegamos juntos.

Geese were orderly beings, with principles and systems, whose existence denied all superiority of individual over individual of the same species (176).

the world is really so small that everyone must of necessity meet everyone else

Nu scrie nicaieri ca daca iubesti pe cineva cu-adevarat, mult de tot, cel mai bun lucru pe care-l ai de facut este sa traiesti cu el.

That's what true love should be like-the person should be part of your soul and you should know what they're feeling all the time.

Somehow his praying and his studying made it all right to mix with them. That way, it seemed to him he could remain himself without having to remain by himself.

Crazies always recognize each other. I think Melville said it, in a slightly different context: "Genius all over the world stands hand in hand, and one shock of recognition runs the whole circle round." Of course, we're not talking about genius here, we're talking about crazies—but

Fend kiling dorong leh warrata ka iteh tee.

Them days is over. If we don't live together now we gunna do it all over again in years to come.

How is love between two people a sin? Love isn't about gender; it's about two souls uniting.

How is love between two people a sin? Love isn't about gender; it's about two souls uniting. But okay, let's just suppose it is a sin. Then isn't that between God and the people involved? Who are you to judge? [...] Time and again, Jesus' message was, 'How can you say, Let me take the speck out of your eye, when there is a log in your own?

What the world needs now is love, sweet love / It's the only thing that there's just too little of.

When you are part of a group, then you have a common purpose. A common goal. Your resolve is increased and you can do marvelous, marvelous things together that would not be possible if you were left to your own devices. It's okay to think Rambo is great. But Rambo with a dozen other Rambos can accomplish tremendous things.

Individual humans cannot factor into the goals of a great society." "And societies are only great when they care about individuals

A wedding was a strange ceremony, she thought, with all those formal words, those solemn vows made by one to another; whereas the real question that should be put to the two people involved was a very simple one. Are you happy with each other? was the only question that should be asked; to which they both should reply, preferably in unison, Yes.

I do not think this is so, because there is no difference between white men and black men; we are all the same; we are just people.

We are human and vulnerable, whatever our individual situation: The moon looks on them all The Healers and the brilliant talkers The eccentrics and the silent walkers The dumpy and the tall.

Sometimes it seemed as if the world itself was broken, that there was something wrong with all of us, something broken in such a way that it might not be put together again; but the holding of hands, human hand in human hand, could help, could make the world seem less broken.

For each of us, she thought, there is out completeness in another. Whether we find it, or it finds us, or it eludes all finding is a matter of moral luck.

There are so many people who would love to be able to live in peace, but there are so many others who do not want to let them. Mr.

If only people could keep that in their minds—if they could remember that the people they met during the day had all the same hopes and fears that they had, then there would be so much less conflict and disagreement in this world. If only people remembered that, then they would be kinder to others—and kindness, Mma Ramotswe believed, was the most important thing there was. She knew that in the depths of her being; she knew it.

We were all people—men and women—and you could never say that one group of people was less important than another.

How can you have a peaceful country where one half of the population thinks that the other is wrong, or hostile, or determined to do them down? What better recipe for unhappiness was there than that?

Mrs. Moffat had taken her hand, for comfort, and they had sat there in silence for a while. Sometimes it seemed as if the world itself was broken, that there was something wrong with all of us, something broken in such a way that it might not be put together again; but the holding of hands, human hand in human hand, could help, could make the world seem less broken.