Quotes About Community

He could hear his granny speaking. "No one's too poor to buy soap." Of course, many people were. But in Cockbill Street they bought soap just the same. The table might not have any food on it but, by gods, it was well scrubbed. That was Cockbill Street, where what you mainly ate was your pride.

it wasn't the wearing of the hat that counted so much as having one to wear. Every trade, every craft had its hat.

No. There's a billion places like home. But only one of 'em's where you live.

I believe that when we are fully present, we not only live well, we live well for others.

CONVERSATION is the vehicle for change.

I am a woman with wings,' I once wrote and will revise these words again. 'I am a woman with wings dancing with other women with wings.' In a voiced community, we all flourish.

The story of the Utah prairie dog is the story of the range of our compassion. If we can extend our idea of community to include the lowliest of creatures, call them 'the untouchables', then we will indeed be closer to a path of peace and tolerance. if we cannot accommodate 'the other', the shadow we will see on our own home ground will be the forecast of our own species' extended winter of the soul.

I have inherited a belief in community, the promise that a gathering of the spirit can both create and change culture.

We are a tribe of fractured individuals who can now only celebrate remnants of wildness.

John Lilly suggests whales are a culture maintained by oral traditions. Stories. The experience of an individual whale is valuable to the survival of its community. I think of my family stories—Mother's in particular—how much I need them now, how much I will need them later. It has been said when an individual dies, whole worlds die with them. The same could be said of each passing whale.

Wilderness offers us a template to an enlightened citizenship. Instead of only caring for ourselves, we are invited to care for species other than our own.

Mother had one quilt square made by a friend of hers framed, and hung it in her bathroom, where she saw it first thing in the morning. When I asked her why this mattered, she said, It represents how women piece together their lives from the scraps left over for them.

Terry Tempest Williams

It is through the process of defining what we want as a town that we are becoming a real community. It is through the act of participation that we change.

In my private moments of despair, I am aware of the limits of my own imagination... imaginations shared invite collaboration and collaboration creates community. A life in association, not a life independent, is the democratic ideal. We participate in the vitality of the struggle.

We are all having to move beyond what is comfortable. Patience is stretched. Personalities get in the way. Egos provide points of obstruction. It is never easy. We are learning to listen. We are learning to forgive. We are learning to go forward, believing what binds us together as a community is stronger than individual bickering points. And we are having a great time.

Social change takes time. Communities are built on the practice of patience and imagination - the belief that we are here for the duration and will take care of our relations in times of both drought and abundance. These are the blood and flesh gestures of commitment.

This is what our community is in need of now. Fire. Fire that wakes us up. Fire that transforms where we are. Fire to see our way through the dark. Fire as illumination.

Where do I belong? You can't belong everywhere. Or perhaps we can if we pay attention to the paths of our ancestors. Perhaps this is what it means to be American. Bloodlines originate in storylines. Some people stay in place, others move on. But if we look back far enough, we are all interconnected, interrelated, through place and race and time. *

After years of feeling like a misfit, I've realized that the world is full of other misfits, all of us identifying with Hobbits - - the little guys whom no one else respects. And who quietly end up changing the course of history.

Bella,Jane'in gözlerinin içine bakt?. Adalet herkesin paylaÅŸt??? bir sorumluluktur.

Sometimes, she thought, you've got to accept a helping hand. Sometimes you've got to admit you can't do it all by yourself.

Without ties to our ancestors, we are lonely specks of dust, adrift and floating, attached to nothing and no one.

Now, I'm not saying it takes a village to raise a kid." She lowered her gaze back to the baby in her arms. "But it sure does help to have a grandma.