Quotes About Community

Autant pas se faire d'illusions, les gens n'ont rien à se dire, ils ne se parlent que de leurs peines à eux chacun, c'est entendu. Chacun pour soi, la terre pour tous.

C'est pas vrai ! La race, ce que t'appelles comme ça, c'est seulement ce grand ramassis de miteux dans mon genre, chassieux, puceux, transis, qui ont échoué ici poursuivis par la faim, la peste, les tumeurs et le froid, venus vaincus des quatre coins du monde. Ils ne pouvaient pas aller plus loin à cause de la mer. C'est ça la France et puis c'est ça les Français.

Good, old-fashioned ways keep hearts sweet, heads sane, hands busy.

old age homes could look bright but feel gloomy—a place where old people went to die. And that the Sun Center was the opposite—a place where old people go to live.

Sam said. "He goes to the soup kitchen.

she lost her parents in a boating accident, right out there—" he pointed across the beach to the Sound. "A few years ago now. She's getting better a little at a time. You never get over something like that, but she has a lot of people loving her, pulling her through.

And now everyone's afraid of everyone else. A child with diarrhea is abandoned. A grandmother who vomits is left to die. The People are losing touch with their old ways. Fear is driving them from the traditions that have made them strong.

I have a theory about the assists we get in life. Only rarely can we repay those people who helped us, but we can pass that help along to others.

We must cherish one another, watch over one another, comfort one another, and gain instruction that we may all sit down in heaven together.

Miss Barry was a kindred spirit after all, Anne confided to Marilla, You wouldn't think so to look at her, but she is. . . Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.

But I'd rather look ridiculous when everybody else does than plain and sensible all by myself.

Once upon a time-which, when you come to think of it, is the only proper way to begin a story-the only way that really smacks of romance and fairyland-all the Harmony members of the Lesley clan assembled at Cloud of Spruce to celebrate Old Grandmother's birthday as usual. Also to name Lorraine's baby.

It takes all kinds of people to make a world.

I never knew how much I really liked her until I saw her familiar face among all those strangers.

But when I have such good friends as you and Matthew and Mrs. Allan and Miss Stacy I ought to grow up successfully, and I'm sure it will be my own fault if I don't.

The philosopher is not a citizen of any community of ideas, that is what makes him a philosopher.

I am now in another hole, though I have to say, it is no better than the old one. Living with human beings is hard!

It was an awful thought to go and sit there among logical positivists ...

dello Sperone ch'era il miglior vigneto della nostra contrada

Words are the only bread we can really share.

On that long westward morning, all Mexicans still dreamed the same dream. They dreamed of being Mexican. There was no greater mystery.

Ninguém é nada sozinho, somos o nosso comportamento com o outro.

Dizer que a minha liberdade termina onde começa a liberdade do outro é muito bonito. Mas e se a liberdade foi mal distribuída e o meu vizinho tem um latifúndio de liberdade enquanto a minha é um quintal de liberdade, liberdade mesmo que tadinha? Não é feio sugerir um reestudo da divisão.

What art is asked of us? The gift offered is different for each but all are equal in grandeur. To paint, draw, dance, compose. To write songs, poems, letters, diaries, prayers. To set a violet on the sill; stitch a quilt; bake bread; plant marigolds, beans, apple trees. To follow the track of the forest elk, the neighborhood coyote, the cupboard mouse. To open the windows, air the beds, sweep clean the corners. To hold the child's hand, listen to the vagrant's story, paint the