Quotes About Community

There are too many souls in the world for any one of us to have the luxury of being unique.

The village was a sanctuary, a time capsule, in which she could conceal herself.

Your name works wonders in Little Moor, Barbara. It's like a free pass.

Tayven knew a lot about Foy, but seemed ignorant of Misk, Jia, and Thrope. Rav didn't like the way they made him feel. They belonged to him, yet he felt that he belonged to them.

Among the tubes, aloneness is a thing to be avoided. We thrive in each other's company.

I am not so proud as to think I'm capable of solving the world's problems on my own, whatever your opinion.

I should have been with them, yes, part of them. I was meant to be part of them, but now I was there in my salon with the Lord of Light.

After a week, Lydia's few friends in the district had come to investigate her absence from their gatherings, and had taken charge. Ari remembered them; big women in loose dresses with bare legs or overalls and sandals. They rationed Lydia's alcoholic intake, cleaned the house, and talked in low, shocked voices that could not hide the relish and excitement they felt at this unexpected tragedy.

The group began to move, circling slowly, feeling with their hands for an invisible boundary. They were claiming the space for their own. There were no words, no verbal summoning of the elements. To Ari, this was something new; the silent, spiralling bodies describing the parameters of their temple. Then one by one, each member of the group spun in the middle of the circle, describing with gestures the sanctity of the chosen space, slowly whirling shapes of rags and hair.

Rule wisely, oh king, for the land is your flesh, its people your blood.

The Pelleth were too eager to have Daniel in their ranks, and although Meggie and Betsy cleverly disguised their fervour, Emma could sense it behind their words, boiling away like a kettle on the old black range.

The earth and the city had become one, a mutant creation. Ays saw figures moving on the hanging streets. He saw white faces at shadows. Were these his people?

The performance is the life of the city, our life, and beyond all considerations of personal life.

She felt as if she'd finally come home, to people that had always been her people. Women working magic together, a tradition as old as the earth Herself.

Shan felt he'd lost the closeness he enjoyed with his mentor, because the others were there.

What happened to me is not uncommon here.

The forest is like a vast brain full of little brain cells, and in each cell is a thought. The thoughts are witches, sorcerers and mystics. It is an odd community, and it took me a while to get used to it myself.

I think the strangenesses are things we should face together, Taps and tubes alike. I supposed you felt the same.

We are simple folk, us Sacramantans. We need hope as well as despair for a good night out.

The women around her, many of whom she knew, were not showing their everyday faces. They did know something, she could sense it. They hid their secret faces behind a screen, but now it was drawn back.

I had already gathered that the creative people in Sacramante were held in an almost holy regard.

Scandal, you know, in a small community like this, breeds all manner of intrigue.

They were the poorest, grubbiest people I had even seen, and yet, despite their obvious poverty, they were not at all melancholy or apathetic. They burgeoned like a colony of ants in the gargantuan skeleton of the past, shifting rubbish, recycling everything, conjuring a new art from the bones.

I realised he loved them very much, his little nation.