Quotes About Togetherness

Mother and daughter stood together in the same circle of seclusion from human society;

What a happy and holy fashion it is that those who love one another should rest on the same pillow.

The best you can really hope for is a family where everyone's problems, big and small, work together. Kind of like an orchestra where every instrument is out of tune, in exactly the same way, so you don't really notice

I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

and getting dressed we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it, in fact, solves all of it

and we are in bed together laughing and we don't care about anything.

The moonlight came in with the sounds of the city: juke boxes, automobiles, curses, dogs barking, radios … We were all in it together.

I sat back down and poured a glass of wine. I left my door open. The moonlight came in with the sounds of the city: juke boxes, automobiles, curses, dogs barking, radios . . . We were all in it together. We were all in one big shit pot together. There was no escape. We were all going to be flushed away.

I have sat in the dark here electric (haha) typer off lights out radio off drinking in the dark lighting cigarettes in the dark there was fire off the match we are all burning together burning brothers and sisters I like it I like it I like it.

Before, they wouldn't speak to each other. Now they were mobilized. The Tribe was in danger.

The truth, however, was that there was very little greatness. It was almost nonexistent, invisible. But you could be sure that the worst writers had the most confidence, the least self-doubt. Anyway, writers were to be avoided, and I tried to avoid them, but it was almost impossible. They hoped for some sort of brotherhood, some kind of togetherness. None of it had anything to do with writing, none of it helped at the typewriter.

it is usually mid-afternoon and quiet, and getting dressed we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it for as long as those things stay solved in the history of women and man, it's different for each- for me, it's splendid enough to remember past the memories of pain and defeat and unhappiness: when you take it away do it slowly and easily make it as if I were dying in my sleep instead of in my life, amen.

we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it

Alone, you're vastly outnumbered; but in the company of another, by some weird miracle of human math, the odds seem wonderfully improved in your favor.

I've found that being with someone you love, whatever the arrangement, is better than being alone. I sank my pride long ago, in exchange for her company.

Our humanity is contingent on the humanity of our fellows. No person or group can be human alone. We rise above the animal together, or not at all. If we learned that lesson even this late in the day, we would have taken a truly millennial step forward.

villages that their leaders came together to save themselves.

We are a people who can bring about miracles if united.

Misery loves company. There's a lot to that.

Sometimes one of us might be missing because we might be away or something, but there's always four or five.

Community through food is my mission; it is what I do.

Anyway, our family went into complete crisis mode. I have two older brothers, and we rallied as a family.

I love being around my mom and my dad.

If I can get together once a month with eight people I hold dear, that's a real win to me.