Quotes About Community

Here's to all the children who grow up without their fathers. The world is full of us ... and some of us have managed anyhow!

When the axe came into the forest, the trees said the handle is one of us.

Although I work for Corrine and Samuel and look after the children, I don't feel like a maid. I guess this is because they teach me, and I teach the children and there's no beginning or end to teaching and learning and working—it all runs together.

Race will no longer matter, or sex, or gender, or orientation of any description. How we will survive will be our only concern, and who will be with us.

HELPED are those who find the courage to do at least one small thing each day to help the existence of another—plant, animal, river, or human being. They shall be joined by a multitude of the timid. H

because part of shaping ourselves is done by others; and a lot of our shaping comes from that one close friend who is something like us. It

She say, Celie, tell the truth, have you ever found God in church? I never did. I just found a bunch of folks hoping for him to show. Any God I ever felt in church I brought in with me. And I think all the other folks did too. They come to church to share God, not find God.

When his uncle and his guests finished laughing, they'd seemed lighter, clearer; even their activities appeared to be done more gracefully. It was as if the laughing emptied them, and sharing it placed whatever was laughable and unbearable in its proper perspective.

Not vain, just wanting to share a good thing.

Teaching kids how to feed themselves and how to live in a community responsibly is the center of an education.

Being vulnerable, as well as honest, is the key to collective liberation. This is one thing I understand from the principles of disability justice. It is not something that happens overnight after buying a candle, listening to a podcast, or reading a memoir. It requires daily intentions, self-reflections, and support from the people who care about you.

We still cling as a culture to the myth of the single writer succeeding on their own as fiercely as we cling to the myth of the self-made billionaire. But that isn't what a disabled poetics and practice has to be.

I didn't know there were women who wore men's clothes and had men's haircuts. But like a traveler in a foreign country who runs into someone from home - someone they've never spoken to but know by sight - I recognized her with a surge of joy.

New York is the biggest collection of villages in the world.

My kids are tough," said Nina. He scoffed. "I work in Harvard Square. My art's been peed on.

You know, the guys there were so beautiful—they've lost that wounded look that fags all had 10 years ago.

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That's the downside of bringing one clan into contact with another: by the time that everyone has been introduced, it's practically time to go home.

Troop 75 of Ridgefield

Troop 75 of Ridgefield, Connecticut.

Every profession is an island whose inhabitants earn a precarious living by taking in each other's washing.

I was surrounded by people. A hundred men, some women, my brother, Ernesto. No one did anything as the man pulled my pants down. No one intervened—not even God—as

Beneath their wary smiles, the people were warm and friendly. They had known sorrow and loss, but their spirit survived.

The purely rational economic man is, indeed, close to being a social moron.