Quotes About Community

We need each other, and we need literature, and we need knowledge-and we need very much, to try to be accountable for our own feelings and live up to our best selves. That reality might seem subjective and foolish to Farweather, but it seems objective and rational to me.

Downthehatch wasn't a big station-thirty thousand people at most-but that was enough to get lost in.

Enjoy belonging to the machine, babes.

Who cleans up the messes selfish people make? Someone has to.

Welcome, poets. Welcome, bards.

There is incredible value in being of service to others. I think if most of the people in therapy offices were dragged out to put their finger in a dike, take up their place in a working line, they would be relieved of terrible burdens.

Having gone through so many of the personal things I've gone through, its about creating an (online) space for girls to be heard. I don't profess to have all the answers. But Ask Elizabeth is a space where girls are not alone.

Ask Elizabeth is a community of voices, it's not me standing on a podium telling people how to run their lives, it's girls helping each other sharing their wisdom and advice and I create a space for them to do it.

To the sagging wharf few ships could come. The population numbered two giants, an idiot, a dwarf.

Somebody embroidered the doily. Somebody waters the plant, or oils it, maybe. Somebody arranges the rows of cans so that they softly say: esso—so—so—so to high-strung automobiles. Somebody loves us all.

Livvy noted there seemed some communal feeling between the married: any wife could be faintly rude to anyone else's husband.

Frantic smiles at parties, overtures that have desperation behind them, miasmic reaches of talk with the lost bore, short cuts to approach through staring, squeezing or kissing all indicate that one cannot live alone. Not only is there no question of solitude, but in the long run we may not choose our company.

Life is terribly awkward and uncomfortable, so we spend our time searching for those who make it all a little less unpleasant.

That was of no consequence now, but you don't easily forget the people you grew up with, and she made a point of listening carefully to him

In the end, it is not the stones that matter, but the people who dwell within them.

It's been my experience," he continued, "that when you're with the right people, you feel more like yourself than ever. There's a happiness, and a feeling of coming alive to yourself and the other person, that's like nothing else.

But people were used to saying "Deerwander" now, without thinking about the name one way or another; they might still be saying "Deerwander" when the village became a city, where children lived who had never seen a deer drinking at a rain pool in a hollow of the granite.

I knew that my parents were civil rights partisans. I was proud of the night my father had spent in jail in the 1950s, arrested and charged with "inciting to riot." He and a buddy had stood on a front porch in a white part of town, trying to protect the new black homeowners within from a rock-throwing mob on the lawn. It seemed the Jewish thing to do.

Maybe we benefit from the providence of others more often than we know.

Your friends are a reflection of you.

Everyone needed someone in the world who was like his other hand. You can't hold much or do much with one hand only. It is with both hands that a man lifts the garnered gold of the wheatsheaf and the brimming bowl of milk, with both hands that he builds his house, with both hand, clasped together, that he prays.

Proud folk separate themselves from others, judging them... To criticize others we must hold them from us, at arm's length so to speak. And then before you know where you are you've pushed them away and you're the poorer.

Perhaps faith is hard to come by when your're alone, Harriet," he said. "Until now I've been alone." "We're never alone," said Harriet. "That's the mistake so many make. There'd be less fear if folk knew how little alone they are.

One is at rest with people who want one; they are like a warm house with the door wide open. And one trusts an open door, for trust begets trust, and if the people inside didn't trust you they wouldn't leave it open.