Quotes About Diversity

All sin is equally wrong, but not all sin is equally bad.

Using the language of the One-and Many question we contend that in God the one and many are equally ultimate.... Unity in God is no more fundamental than diversity, and diversity in God is no more fundamental than unity. The persons of the Trinity are mutually exhaustive of one another. The Son and the Spirit are ontologically on par with the Father.

All through the short afternoon they kept coming, the people who counted themselves Father's friends. Young and old, poor and rich, scholarly gentlemen and illiterate servant girls—only to Father did it seem that they were all alike. That was Father's secret: not that he overlooked the differences in people; that he didn't know they were there.

At last either Betsie or I would open the Bible. Because only the Hollanders could understand the Dutch text, we would translate aloud in German. And then we would hear the life-giving words passed back along the aisles in French, Polish, Russian, Czech, back into Dutch.

And then we would hear the life-giving words passed back along the aisles in French, Polish, Russian, Czech, back into Dutch. They were little previews of heaven, these evenings beneath the lightbulb. I would think of Haarlem, each substantial church set behind its wrought-iron fence and its barrier of doctrine. And I would know again that in darkness God's truth shines most clear.

Te concedo que mi manera de sentirla o de entenderla es diferente de la de Babs, y que la realidad de Babs difiere de la de Ossip y así sucesivamente. Pero es como las distintas opiniones sobre la Gioconda o sobre la ensalada de escarola. La realidad está ahí y nosotras en ella, entendiéndola a nuestra manera pero en ella.

I've worked as a labourer, driven taxis and school buses, and been a car mechanic - whatever I could do just to get by. But it does mean that I know a little bit about a lot of things.

Yet do I marvel at this curious thing:To make a poet black, and bid him sing!

as different as earth and sky but bound by some mysterious connection

Kurt Cobain] had a lot of German in him. Some Irish. But no Jew. I think that if he had had a little Jew he would have [expletive] stuck it out.

Everything in the universe is everything else. A man is a killer is a saint is a monkey is a cockroach is a goldfish is a whale, and the Devil is just the angel who asked for More.

As far as I was concerned, there was nothing wrong with being an odd duck. I figured some people have edges that don't allow them to slot neatly into the holes society expects them to fit into, that was all.

I think people are as individual as snowflakes, they kinda look alike but no two are the exactly the same, and all classification is the root of prejudice.

Much of television has been homogenized in the desire to avoid annoying or upsetting people.

Hey dawg, wassup?" he said, in the strange way that white talent agents from Los Angeles do in an attempt to sound like young black men from underprivileged backgrounds. A linguistic fashion as peculiar as the lisp that everybody in medieval Spain had to adopt after the king developed a speech impediment.

The Muslim, the modernist, and the Christian each believes that his or her story alone is the true story of the world, that the Enlightenment story of human progress, or the Koran, or the Bible will ultimately be acknowledged by all to be true. But note that these stories cannot coexist as uniquely true. We must choose.

I realized that day that blessings come in a variety of shapes, colors, and sizes.

Craig Groeschel

We are far from perfect but willing to be different.

He blesses us so we can be different.

Hey, there was this Indian woman hitchhiking back to the Rez in the middle of the night and this white woman picks her up. The Indian woman says, 'Hey, thanks for picking me up. What are you doing out on the road this late?' The white woman points to a bottle in a brown paper bag sitting on the seat between them and says, 'I got this bottle of wine for my husband.' The Indian woman nodded, 'Good trade.'" Lolo

And in case you haven't noticed, John's dead, Bobby's dead, and Martin's dead, and not a damn thing has changed—people still hang by their tribe. That's all we are, just a loose coalition of tribes.

there was this Indian woman hitchhiking back to the Rez in the middle of the night and this white woman picks her up. The Indian woman says, 'Hey, thanks for picking me up. What are you doing out on the road this late?' The white woman points to a bottle in a brown paper bag sitting on the seat between them and says, 'I got this bottle of wine for my husband.' The Indian woman nodded, 'Good trade.

Most Indians don't identify themselves as American particularly, but as members of nations unto themselves." She looked at me blankly. "A nation, like a tribe.