Quotes About Community

Now she was wiser. In this brief and dizzying apprenticeship, she had started to realize that, whatever his occupation, Lymond's life was lived on this level: the level on which the future of whole communities could be steered or reshaped, improved or jeopardized by a handful of people.

I don't know what you want to be called.' 'Home, like the cattle?' said Lymond.

Adam!' said Danny. 'You mustn't drop out of the choir. We have too much to do. What do we have to do?

Welcome with hautbois, clarions and trumpets, noble lady. Welcome to the company of those who can be hurt.

I am the product of many whose lives have touched mine, from the famous, distinguished, and powerful to the little known and the poor.

My mother helped me understand how not to show off what I knew, but how to use it so that others might benefit.

We cannot afford to be separate. . . . We have to see that all of us are in the same boat.

We are not a problem people, we are people with problems.

There is, in fact, a paradox about working to serve the community, and it is this: that to aim directly at serving the community is to falsify the work; the only way to serve the community is to forget the community and serve the work.

The departure of the church-going element had induced a more humanitarian atmosphere.

People who seek to serve the community end up falsifying their work, she wrote, whether the work is writing a novel or baking bread, because they are not single- mindedly focused on the task at hand. But if you serve the work— if you perform each task to its utmost perfection— then you will experience the deep satisfaction of craftsmanship and you will end up serving the community more richly than you could have consciously planned.

Poor little Hilary Thorpe wasn't in church,' she observed. 'Such a nice child. I should have liked you to see her. But she's quite prostrated, poor child, so Mrs Gates tells me. And you know, the village people do stare so at anybody who's in trouble and they will want to talk and condole. They mean well, but it's a terrible ordeal.

Detective-story writers are obliged by their disagreeable profession to invent startling and unpleasant incidents and people, and are (I presume) at liberty to imagine what might happen if such incidents and people were to intrude upon the life of an innocent and well-ordered community;

Nine Tailors Make a Man.

Look what I've found! Come and have a bit of it – it's grand – you'll love it – I can't keep it to myself, and anyhow, I want to know what you think of it."3

She felt a cozy solidarity with the big company of the voluntary dead.

The greater the percentage of blacks living in a neighborhood, the higher the neighborhood death rate, regardless of neighborhood income level.52 It is the neighborhood that makes people unhealthy, not the susceptibility of black people living there. The rate of death is higher for all residents, including whites, who live in predominantly black neighborhoods.

Black women's clubs worked to educate their less fortunate sisters about birth control as part of their racial uplift campaign.

She, like other whites in the birth control movement, saw the role of Black leaders and health professionals as facilitating their organizations' efforts among the Black population. They incorporated Blacks in their advocacy to help raise funds and to give legitimacy to the movement's projects in Black communities. But Black members of advisory councils were not invited to participate in national planning, nor were they allowed to manage the clinics that served Black patients.

He had been taught that bread unshared is bread unblessed when someone else is hungry, whether man or beast, friend or stranger.

What I need... is a strong drink and a peer group.

One day old Thrashbarg said that Almighty Bob had declared that he, Thrashbarg, was to have first pick of the sandwiches. The villagers asked him when this had happened, exactly, and Thrashbarg said it had happened yesterday, when they weren't looking. 'Have faith,' Old Thrashbarg said, 'or burn!' They let him have first pick of the sandwiches. It seemed easiest.

It's reassuring to realize that everybody is as stupid as you are and that all we are doing when we are standing in the kitchen wondering what we came in here for is woking.

He felt a tug of sadness that someone who had seemed so shiningly alive within the small confines of a university community should have seemed to fade so much in the light of common day.