Quotes About Community

The function of democratic living is not to lower standards but to raise those that have been too low.

If you care enough about certain things and work for them, I think you are bound to find them in the people you are with.

It is an important part of one's personal choices to decide to widen the circle of one's acquaintances whenever one can.

If you step on other people's necks to get rich, or barter your personal honor, then it is others who pay for your success and you can hardly call it your own. If, however, you build something that is of benefit to other people, give them an opportunity to rise with you on your upward climb, you make a contribution.

Each of us, ultimately, is responsible in large part for the welfare of his community, for the kind of government he has, for the world he lives in.

After dinner the doors of the apartment were thrown open and everyone, whether invited or not, could partake of the "sweet table": slices of cheesecake, bundt cake, strudel, rugelach, strawberry shortcake prepared with sponge cake, honey cake, macaroons, chocolate cake, Linzer torte, nut cookies, lemon cookies, sugar cookies, hamantaschen, prune Danish and cinnamon twists- mountains of everything.

Her reputation as a cook spread without her knowledge- for the soups she brought to the bakery in a lidded tin for her midday meal, for her stews, for the scraps of dough that she turned into what the Russians called pelmeni and the Jews kreplach, dumplings stuffed with chopped meat and onions. She prepared hot borscht with beef in winter, shchi or cold borscht in summer, chicken cooked with prunes or a tsimmes with sweet potatoes, carrots and prunes.

The waste of intelligence. A community that finds it natural to suffocate with the care of home and children so many women's intellectual energies is its own enemy and doesn't realize it." I

Individuals and cities without love are a danger to themselves and to others.

She kept repeating that if she had dedicated herself assiduously to every child in the neighborhood, in a generation everything would change, there would no longer be the smart and the incompetent, the good and the bad. Then she looked at her son and again burst out crying.

The waste of intelligence. A community that finds it natural to suffocate with the care of home and children so many women's intellectual energies is its own enemy and doesn't realize it.

A community that finds it natural to suffocate with the care of home and children so many women's intellectual energies is its own enemy and doesn't realize it." I

Ecco Lila festeggiata dal rione, sembrava felice. Sorrideva elegante, cortese, mano nella mano di suo marito. Era bellissima. Su di lei, sulla sua andatura, avevo puntato da piccola, per sfuggire a mia madre. Avevo sbagliato. Lila era rimasta lì, vincolata in modo lampante a quel mondo, dal quale s'immaginava di aver tratto il meglio.

Se non c'e' amore, non solo inaridisce la vita delle persone, ma anche quella delle citta

The solitude of women's minds is regrettable, I said to myself, it's a waste to be separated from each other without procedures, without tradition.

Rino's mother is named Raffaella Cerullo, but everyone has always called her Lina. Not me, I've never used either her first name or her last. To me, for more than sixty years, she's been Lila. If I were to call her Lina or Raffaella, suddenly, like that, she would think our friendship was over.

Estrangement and belonging, an effect of distance and closeness at the same time.

I saw clearly the mothers of the old neighborhood. They were nervous, they were acquiescent. They were silent, with tight lips and stooping shoulders, or they yelled terrible insults at the children who harassed them. Extremely thin, with hollow eyes and cheeks, or with broad behinds, swollen ankles, heavy chests, they lugged shopping bags and small children who clung to their skirts and wanted to be picked up. And, good God, they were ten, at most twenty years older than me. Yet

Quale sarebbe il crimine?». «Lo sperpero di intelligenza. Una comunità che trova naturale soffocare con la cura dei figli e della casa tante energie intellettuali di donne, è nemica di se stessa e non se ne accorge».

Se non c'è amore, non solo inaridisce la vita delle persone, ma anche quella delle città

What's the crime?" "The waste of intelligence. A community that finds it natural to suffocate with the care of home and children so many women's intellectual energies is its own enemy and doesn't realize it.

Pareva che la città covasse nelle viscere una furia che non riusciva a venir fuori e perciò la erodeva, o erompeva in pustole di superficie, gonfie di veleno contro tutti, bambini, adulti, vecchi, gente di altre città, americani della Nato, turisti d'ogni nazionalità, gli stessi napoletani.

Disse que vivíamos num país provincianíssimo, onde toda ocasião era boa para se lamentar, mas enquanto isso ninguém arregaçava as mangas e reorganizava as coisas tentando fazê-las funcionar.

Se non c'e' amore, non solo inaridisce la vita delle persone, ma anche quella delle citta' ". Non mi ricordo come si espresse di preciso, ma il concetto era quello, e io lo associai alle nostre strade sporche, ai giardinetti polverosi, alla campagna scempiata dai palazzi nuovi, alla violenza in ogni casa, in ogni famiglia.