Quotes About Neighbor

I please myself with imagining a State at last which can afford to be just to all men, and to treat the individual with respect as a neighbor.

If a Christian really believed that his neighbor will be tortured in all eternity in Hell, he should try day and night to persuade him to repent and believe. How sad that this doesn't happen.

We do not trust the stranger, or the next-door neighbor-- we trust the coin they hold. If they run out of coins, we run out of trust. As money brings down the dams of community, religion and state, the world is in danger of becoming one big and rather heartless marketplace.

We do not trust the stranger, or the next-door neighbour – we trust the coin they hold. If they run out of coins, we run out of trust.

The problem with people nowadays is that a 'necessity' is any luxury your neighbor happens to have.

Your like Martha Stewart on crack," my neighbor shouted as I stuck another cardinal in with the daisies.

LORD, who may dwell in your sanctuary? Who may live on your holy hill? He whose walk is blameless and who does what is righteous, who speaks the truth from his heart and has no slander on his tongue, who does his neighbor no wrong and casts no slur on his fellowman (PSALM 15:1-3).

He does that again, I'll knock him into tomorrow." "We haven't even left the church parking lot. Didn't you hear Pastor's message?" "Didn't Beau?" Between them, Olivia chuckled. "He was loving his neighbor, all right." Shay smothered a laugh, then glanced at Travis. He looked torn between anger and humor. "Yeah, well, he'd better find another neighbor to love. This one's my wife.

You can live for years next door to a big pine tree, honored to have so venerable a neighbor, even when it sheds needles all over your flowers or wakes you, dropping big cones onto your deck at still of night.

What all this means is that he could be living across the street from me and I'd never know it. It means that I have not heard one single rumour about him in twenty years, and the fact that he is here and I didn't know about it causes me no small amount of alarm and drives me to unimaginable fury. I am, however, hiding it well. - China

Whate'er the passion, knowledge, fame, or pelf, Not one will change his neighbor with himself.

Mr. Martell praises your qualities as a neighbor and comments not infrequently on your excellent virtue of attending strictly to your own business.

Because I'm technologically able to find a like-minded person on the other side of the globe, I'm also more interested in making friends with my next-door neighbor.

When Jesus said to "love your neighbor as yourself," I don't think He meant judgmentally; but that is exactly how we treat our own souls, so it bleeds out to others.

Instead, each bird is interacting with up to seven close neighbors, making individual movement decisions based on maintaining velocity and distance from fellow flock members and copying how sharply a neighbor turns, so that a group of, say, four hundred birds can veer in another direction in a little over half a second. What emerges is almost instantaneous ripples of movement in what appears to be one living curtain of bird.

Spring is here and love is in the air...or maybe it's the smell of fertilizer being sprinkled on my neighbor's lawn. -The Dog House, March

I remember, my mom didn't have any help, so if she needed to be somewhere after school, we'd just go down to the neighbors' and she'd give us a snack and make sure we did our homework. There weren't any latchkey kids.

You know what they say about boys next door...

Joseph is the wearisomest and self-righteous Pharisee who ever ransacked the Bible to rake the promises to himself and fling the curses on his neighbor.

I have just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.

I have just returned from a visit to my landlord—the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.  This is certainly a beautiful country!  In all England

There's been a death in the opposite house

What will you do with the lazy ones, who would not work?' No one is lazy. They grow hopeless from the misery of their present existence, and give up. Under our order of things, every men would do the work he liked, and would have as much as his neighbor, so could not be unhappy and discouraged.

I have a bad neighbour – bad, that is, for himself. For me, though, he is good: he exercises my powers of fairness and sociability.