Quotes About Community

I was a stranger in this family. I always had been.

I would carry my home with me, out into the world, as I looked for others to bring into it.

You're stuck more to this place than Lorelai Gilmore is to Stars Hollow.

we're gathered here with

Remember that family isn't just blood kin but anyone who fits into your heart.

Tell me there's more to it than just adding water," he said. I gave him a pointed look. "Nope. that's all there is to it." he looked over his shoulder at the doorway that led to the living room, then back at me. "Matchmaking?" I grimaced and nodded. "You don't look thrilled." "It's my love life, and everyone treats it like it's a community project.

I was surprised to see you at practice." "Are you kidding? I'm all about baseball." "Really?" "Oh, yeah. Bird and I haven't missed a Rattler practice or game since the town got the team." "I've never known a girl who was that into baseball." "Well, now you do." Tell your friends. Step right up. Meet the most amazing girl you've ever known.

No surprise. I was the only one at Dave and Bubba's not wearing a Ragland Rattlers cap. Talk about feeling disloyal. And uncomfortable.

The Santa Barbara Plaza, also known as Marlton Square, played a vital role in the Black community. Thriving in the 1940s and 1950s, businesses in this twenty-two-acre shopping center met the needs of thousands of consumers across South Los Angeles. From the Broadway and May Company department stores to Woolworth's and J.J. Newberry's, the plaza has transformed from a vibrant shopping hub to a now nearly abandoned plot of land. Last

Gwen's neck swerves. "Wish he would step foot on this island. I'm old but I'll still cut a bitch. I know people—they old, too, but they got sons and daughters happy to start some shit.

For every loyalty, whether to self or community, does impose a blindness, and each love does threaten to blur vision, as few can bear to see truth if it harm that which is dear to us.

What happens between bodies during an insurrection is more interesting than the insurrection itself.

When the police came to San Lorenzo they were fired upon by children and grandmothers with rocks, buckets of water, rotten eggs. There was more of the proletarian shopping, as it was called, that I'd seen on the Via del Corso. Jeans for the people. Cheese and bread and wine for the people. Umbrellas for the people, because rain fell and fell that week.

The important matter of small-town hair p.17

Instead of imposing narrow and arbitrary definitions of Blackness on one another and alienating those who do not measure up, create spaces that allow people to be Black in their own way so they can contribute to our collective advancement.

The places in which we are seen and heard are holy places. They remind us of our value as human beings. They give us the strength to go on.

We're each a part of the body of Christ—some of us are eyes with the gift of vision, others are feet with the ability to mobilize into action. The eyes can't move without the feet. The feet don't know where to head without the eyes. We're each gifted to meet the others' needs.

Irrepressible hope, unsurpassable peace, inexplicable joy, unfailing comfort, patient endurance, and amazing grace await us in the dark times if we'll seek Him in them. Finding these treasures, we experience calm despite the storm. We develop spiritual beauty and spiritual strength—and others are drawn to us in their own times of need.

We've all got our issues, our baggage experiences, our pet peeves, our weaknesses, our harebrained ideas, our nutty hang-ups and quirks, and areas of our character that God is still working on. That's just the way it is on this side of eternity. So we have to be willing to freely give and receive grace and to give and receive help. Because when we don't, people wind up isolated, hurting, and wondering if it's worth the risk to connect with others.

Many teachers, especially those in more affluent communities, believe they are treated no better than a customer-service representative at a store.

Adolescents, especially girls, are most resilient when they are connected to others.

When change happened to an individual, it happened to everyone around her - sometimes in ways she wished for, though sometimes in ways she wished against" Lynnie p 228-229

So you never know when you can get through. p 179 Jack the Bus Driver talking about helping a woman on the bus who was an alcoholic

I realize, as the tightness yields in my shoulders and hips and feet, that Beth might well have wanted me to meet her drivers because I needed them, too." p 167