Quotes About Community

Throughout its history, wine has always been a communal beverage. Drinking it implies sharing, generosity, and friendship. There's a reason wine is rarely sold in single-serving bottles!

They were just the ordinary sounds of of people beginning their day, silly raucous, discordant, but they were the most beautiful sounds on earth, the sounds of living people.

Some say the customer the cripples wedding dates back to the time before men were christian. It is said that marrying two cripples together in the graveyard at the community's expense well turn away Divine wrath and protect the village from whatever pestilence or sickness rages around it.

Death by fire. That was something they all knew about, even those who hadn't seen it, hand't smelt the stench that hangs round a town for days, hadn't heard the screams that echo night after night through your dreams; even those who had not witnessed a burning had heard tell of it and shuddered.

Who and what we surround ourselves with is who and what we become. In the midst of good people, it is easy to be good. in the midst of bad people, it is easy to be bad.

Grief shared was grief lessened.

I have a sudden lump in my throat. I didn't know she felt that way about me. Most of the time I feel like I just bumble about and get lucky with the help of my amazing friends. The truth is, nothing I've ever done would have succeeded if I'd been alone. "It take all of us, Kat. Not just me.

It's just that in the Deep South, women learn at a young age that when the world is falling apart around you, it's time to take down the drapes and make a new dress.

The Nine are my tribe now. And I'm keeping them.

We take care of each other like two monkeys picking each other's nits. Folks underestimate a good nit-pick.

If you've read any comics, you know superheroes have a critical vulnerability: the society they protect.

Fearless people are outsiders. The fearful have many places to belong.

Strength wasn't about being able to do everything alone. Strength was knowing when to ask for help and not being too proud to do it.

I know a thing about people: who and what we surround ourselves with is who and what we become. In the midst of good people, it is easy to be good. In the midst of bad people, it is easy to be bad.

There are more balls in twenty feet of street here than there are in all of Dublin, and I'm proud to be swaying in the nut sack. We might fight each other, but in times of danger, we'll fight together. Dude!

in the Deep South, women learn at a young age that when the world is falling apart around you, it's time to take down the drapes and make a new dress.

It's just that in the Deep South, women learn at a young age that when the world is falling apart around you, it's time to take down the drapes and make a new dress.

The preparation, cooking, and eating of food is a sacrament. Treating it as such has the potential to elevate the quality of our daily lives like nothing else.

Crime in Willow Creek is mostly limited to DUIs, jaywalking, and now and then a domestic violence issue. But he dealt with more than that in Pittsburgh. He's witnessed a seedy side of life, and that's what colors his thoughts and his memories.

Hundreds of our old neighbors, friends, coworkers, and teachers are new insomniacs. They file for dream bankruptcy, appeal for Slumber Corps aid, wait to be approved for a sleep donor. It is a special kind of homelessness, says our mayor, to be evicted from your dreams. I believe our mayor is both genuinely concerned for his insomniac constituency, and also pandering to a powerfully desperate new voting block.

You are not alone. You are not being singled out by the fates to suffer.

Sometimes I long for a good old-fashioned Walton Christmas. You know, the kind where you give someone an apple or wooden whistle and they go into cardiac arrest from sheer ecstasy.

You know, the Bible encourages us not to forsake fellowship with other believers. I think it's because we really do need each other. Not a one of us can thrive isolated and on our own.

We mourn with those who mourn; weep with those in tears. John Ruusbroec, the fourteenth-century Dutch mystic, said "compassion is a wounding of the heart which love extends to all without distinction." At the end of life, as at the beginning of life, we need communities of compassion to hold our pain.