Quotes About Community

That's what I thought, too, when I was your age. If there's just one kind of folks, why can't they get along with each other? If they're all alike, why do they go out of their way to despise each other? Scout, I think I'm beginning to understand something. I think I'm beggining to understand why Boo Radley's stayed shut up in the house all the time. . . it's because he wants to stay inside.

That ain't honest, Mr. Raymond, making yourself out badder'n you are already-- It ain't honest but it's mighty helpful to folks

hard-headed hill folk do not understand coastal plain dreamers

Mental ailments are destroying blacks, as well: Black women suffer the highest rates of stress and major depression in the nation and suicide rates soared 200 percent among young black men within just twenty years.

Only through our connectedness to others can we really know and enhance the self. And only through working on the self can we begin to enhance our connectedness to others.

Although the connections are not always obvious, personal change is inseparable from social and political change.

it is not how many people come, or even who comes (in the sense of status or position) that counts, rather it is the quality of the interaction and conversation that make the difference.

groups of people gathered around an issue for which they care deeply will find the way–provided they had the (safe) space in which to explore.

As people think and work together, a fabric of shared meaning comes into being.

Forget about trusting the process; trust the people.

I went out the side door, and Sam fell into step behind me as we walked out beyond the mule barn where four mules stood in the lot and on past the cotton house and then down the dim road past a little leaning shack where our tenant farmers lived, a black family in which there was a boy just a year older than I was. His name was Willalee Bookatee. I went on past their house because I knew they would be in the field, too, so there was no use to stop

We proudly harvest rainwater"—a sign in a neighbor's yard. With a deep barrel I could humbly and thankfully harvest rain.

Genius or fool, you don't live in the world alone. You can hide underground or you can build a wall around yourself, but somebody's going to come along and screw up the works.

Forgive me for stating the obvious, but the world is made up of all kinds of people.

Everybody feels safe belonging not to the excluded minority but to the excluding majority. You think, Oh, I'm glad that's not me. It's basically the same in all periods in all societies. If you belong to the majority, you can avoid thinking about lots of troubling things.

Ordinary imperfect people, always choose similarly imperfect people as friends.

To be able to talk to your heart's content about a book you like with someone who feels the same way about it is one of the greatest joys that life can offer.

No matter what the situation may be, I still take pleasure in witnessing the joy of others.

Genius or fool, you don't live in the world alone.

Expression and communication are essential; without these, civilization ends.

People are strange when you're a stranger.

Dreams are the kind of things you can borrow and lend out.

People are by and large a product of where they were born and raised. How you think and feel's always linked to the lie of the land, the temperature. The prevailing winds, even.

If people aren't equal, where would you fit in?