Quotes About Community

He lived one of those lives that seem otiose because they are not linked to any community of interest, because all the riches stored in them by a thousand separate valuable experiences will pass when their last breath is drawn, without anyone to inherit them.

Le parece maravilloso verse envuelta por la ardiente muchedumbre, dejarse amar por ese desconocido pueblo; en adelante sigue disfrutando de este amor de veinte millones de criaturas como de un derecho propio, sin sospechar que el derecho impone también deberes y que el amor mas puro acaba por fatigarse si no se siente correspondido.

Y es que en la Tierra, el ejemplo es la ligazón más fuerte entre los hombres; toda acción despierta en los demás la voluntad de actuar con rectitud, de salir del sopor de la somnolencia y de llenar las horas de actividad.

En una comunidad solo puede reinar la armonía cuando los individuos subordinan sus propios intereses a los de la comunidad, en vez de procurar sacar ventajas personales de una posición pública.

Ceux qui tombent entraînent souvent dans leur chute, ceux qui se portent à leur secours

Er wußte, daß er die Reibfläche von Menschen brauchte, um seine Talente, die Wärme und den Übermut seines Herzens aufflammen zu lassen, und er allein frostig und sich selber nutzlos war, wie ein Zündholz in der Schachtel.

Her yerde yeni vatanlar?n yarat?lmaya çal???ld??? bu anda ba??ms?z düÅŸünebilen için, yaÅŸad??? zaman?n üzerine ç?kabilen için vatan, hem hiçbir yerdedir, hem de her yerdedir.

No hay nada más terrible que estar sola cuando estás rodeada de gente.

L'arte raggiunge sempre la sua vetta là dove diviene ragione di vita per tutto un popolo.

Roth, non si inasprisca, abbiamo bisogno di lei

Het was fantastisch te leven in deze stad die gastvrij alles wat vreemd was opnam en zich graag gaf

I don't need to go onto Facebook and pretend to have friends I've never even met. To my mind, that kind of destroys the meaning of the word 'friend.' I take exception to that. Because I value and respect friendship.

We're so bereft of support of theatre in this day and age.

The hoarse church-bells of London ring; The hoarser horns of London croak; The poor brown lives of London cling About the poor brown streets like smoke; The deep air stands above my roof Like water, to the floating stars. My friend and I - we sit aloof - We sit and smile, and bind our scars.

Stella Suberman's Suggestions for Further Reading The Peddler's Grandson: Growing Up Jewish in Mississippi, by Edward Cohen The Provincials: A Personal History of Jews in the South, by Eli N. Evans Insecure Prosperity, by Ewa Morawska The Slow Way Back, by Judy Goldman

I liked that they didn't ask me about anything other than here and now, because here and now was working for me. I liked the intense, fun-loving energy around me, the feeling of being part of a group. Even more, I liked being a stranger to the new friends I was making in this new world.

the tensions between settled peoples and transients everywhere...

Except for the kooky aunt who almost set her room on fire and her roommate with the donuts, it doesn't seem as if Marigold has anyone who really cares about her." Two

One missionary warned a Naskapi man that if he did not impose tighter controls on his wife, he would never know for sure which of the children she bore belonged to him. The Indian was equally shocked that this mattered to Europeans. "You French people," he replied, "love only your own children; but we love all the children of our tribe."17

Clearly the crucial issue in the success of an intimate sexual relationship or very close friendship is not one of sexuality or of gender. More important than either is the conscious willingness of two people or a whole family or community to think about each other with generosity, openness, tolerance and respect, conscious that this counts for something only when it is also translated into behaviours that are routinely respectful, thoughtful and kind.

the Sioux did not rejoice. Too many of their own had been lost that day. When

Walks the Fire is a good woman. She is white,but she has been among you for many years now.She was a good wife to Rides the Wind.She is a good mother to me.I remember your tales of how he hunted after she walked the fire to save Hears Not.When she was well, he held a banquet in her honor.You were all there to share his joy.

I automatically assume people won't like me, so I don't talk to them unless they approach me first. I can't become a part of a crowd because I can't get past that feeling that I don't belong.

Your average knitter, obsessed as we are with the art form, is quickly going to begin producing far more in the way of warm things than are needed by even an arctic-bound knitter. Knitting breeds generosity, true...but perhaps in a hurry to avoid burying ourselves in hand-knits. There are only so many scarves one knitter can use.