Quotes About Neighbor

In the minds of most people, Christianity is supposed to be about love of God and neighbor (even though it is true that at the heart of Christianity does not lie human love at all, but God's love for humanity24

Those whose conduct gives room for talk are always the first to attack their neighbors.

You like to watch?" The girl asked. "Or do you want to join us?" "I…uh…" Oh, this wasn't hot anymore. This was just awkward, and I was so totally out of place with my flannel shirt and my socks and my hair back in a bun. I was wearing fucking glasses. Who wears glasses to your neighbor's orgy?

Spread love everywhere you go; first of all in your house. Give love to your children, to your wife or husband, to a next door neighbor. Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God's kindness; kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile.

Kader arad??? ki?iyi insan?n kar??s?na her seferinde kap? kom?usu olarak ç?karmaz. Uzaklar? yak?n etmek dü?er size. Haritalar? seviniz.

I am puzzled by people today who, after moralizing about the need for cooperation and goodwill and love-thy-neighbor-as-thyself, suddenly invoke the most primitive, barbarous motivations for any kind of progress.

The one who helps his neighbor helps his descendants.

You are called to be truly human, but it is nothing short of the life of God within you that enables you to be so, to be remade in God's image. As C.S. Lewis said in a famous lecture, next to the sacrament itself your Christian neighbor is the holiest object ever presented to your sight, because in him or her the living Christ is truly present.

As C. S. Lewis said in a famous lecture, next to the sacrament itself your Christian neighbor is the holiest object ever presented to your sight, because in him or her the living Christ is truly present.3

Por lo que respecta a la educación de los hijos, creo que no hay que enseñarles las pequeñas virtudes, sino en las grandes. No el ahorro, sino la generosidad y la indiferencia hacia el dinero; no la prudencia, sino el coraje y el desprecio por el peligro; no la astucia, sino la franqueza y el amor por la verdad; no la diplomacia, sino el amor al prójimo y la admiración; no el deseo del éxito, sino deseo de ser y de saber.

Exactly." Rabbi Hillel, one of the early Jewish sages, had been challenged to state the essence of Judaism while standing on one foot. He had said, "Love thy neighbor as thyself.

Human-to-human cruelty is worse than that of beast to human. Worse still is the cruelty among neighbors when it drives them To raise machetes, spears, arrows, and clubs against one another.

You knew, you knew the Commandments, had learned them out of the missal-thin pages of the green Catechism, where, in a genius move of utter simplicity God had set the high bar for Christianity by saying Love your neighbor like yourself, and you read that and looked over at your neighbor, Patrick Plunkett picking his nose and pressing the pickings on the underside of your desk, and by virtue of nothing more than carnal reality that bar got that much higher.

Bread for myself is a material question. Bread for my neighbor is a spiritual one.

The Pharisee isn't loving his neighbor as God's law requires—instead, he looks down on his neighbors, so he can feel good about himself. He doesn't love God with all his heart, soul, mind and strength, as the law says: he's using God for his own ego-grooming. He's like a terrible date: "Nice to meet you. Now let me talk about myself for an hour.

None of us finds it difficult to love the neighbor who seems inferior to us. But to love someone we know is superior is another thing.

Sociological categories authorize us to move about in society without paying attention to each man's irreplaceable individuality. Sociology is the ideology of our indifference toward our neighbor.

In its desire to gain the upper hand over democratic humanitarianism, modern Catholicism summarizes the two great commandments of the Gospel thus: You shall love your neighbor above all things.

Griffin just grins, "You're welcome," he says. Then he adds, "You live across the street from Nicole, right? Maybe Ally will be there." Ha! I should have known.

And now, at length, in my declining years, I am seeking a corner in which to eke out the remainder of my miserable existence, while at the present moment I am enjoying the hospitality of a neighbour of your acquaintance.

The precept, "Love thy neighbor as thyself," breeds in us most often the disposition to see one's neighbor merely as a poor imitation of oneself, and to hate him if he proves different.

I have sometimes thought that I have been burdened with a pack of ten misfortunes, any one of which if borne by my neighbor would be enough to make a murderer out of him.

Perhaps, then, most lovers of drink are not what we today would call egoists but rather guardians of the sort of generous spirit that inspires all of us to toast, at times, our neighbor's happiness. We do this because we want to drink, yes, but if our neighbor gets drunk along with us, our pleasure is double.

I have not the remotest clue what the nature or extent of my neighbor's woes can be.