Quotes About Community

I don't think I can do it alone, I said. I had a feeling the Summoning wasn't really meant to be cast alone: as if truth didn't mean anything without someone to share it with.

That is all we can do for each other in the world, to keep the wolf away.

I had a feeling the Summoning wasn't really meant to be cast alone: as if truth didn't mean anything without someone to share it with; you could shout truth into the air forever, and spend your life doing it, if someone didn't come and listen.

I was back in comfortable plain skirts again, but they looked at me anyway as they went away, not with hostility, but not the way any of them would ever have looked at a woodcutter's girl from Dvernik. It was the way I had looked at Prince Marek, at first. They looked at me and saw someone out of a story, who might ride by and be stared at, but didn't belong in their lives at all.

I reached out my hands to them, suddenly: I put out my hand to Sergey on one side, and to Stepon on the other, and they put out their hands to me, and to each other, and we held tight, tight; we made a circle together, my brothers and me, around the food that we had been given, and there was no wolf in the room.

I had a feeling the Summoning wasn't really meant to be cast alone: as if truth didn't mean anything without someone to share it with; you could shout truth into the air forever, and spend your life doing it, if someone didn't come and listen.

I had people, in the plural, that I could ask to join me in the library, and even if they said no, they weren't really saying no, they were only saying not this time.

Stop thinking how you can help the people nearest to you. Think about what help you can give best, and look for the nearest person who needs that help.

I don't know if anyone who hasn't tried it can properly appreciate just how horrible it is to be constantly surrounded by people who believe in absolutely everything

she's been living alone with a man for ten years, so of course she's ruined, even though the girls all say he never puts a hand on them.

I had a feeling the 'Summoning' wasn't really meant to be cast alone: as if truth didn't mean anything without someone to share it with; you could shout truth into the air forever, and spend your life doing it, if someone didn't come and listen.

A nation is people as well," Alosha said. "More people than just the few you love best yourself.

But I don't think I can do it alone," I said. I had a feeling the Summoning wasn't really meant to be cast alone: as if truth didn't mean anything without someone to share it with; you could shout truth into the air forever, and spend your life doing it, if someone didn't come and listen.

she was one of them again, one of the actors moving in the stage, as graceful as any of them.

Avevo la sensazione che in realtà L'evocazione non fosse fatta per essere lanciata da soli,come se la verità non significasse nulla senza qualcuno con cui condividerla;potevi gridarla al vento per sempre, dedicarvi una vita intera,se nessuno veniva ad ascoltare.

You have fed each other, and you kept the wolf away.

Our Dragon doesn't eat the girls he takes, no matter what stories they tell outside our valley.

A crowd of women around me doing the ocean of women's work that never subsided and never changed and always swallowed whatever time you gave it and wanted more, another hungry body of water.

Ik wilde niet alleen dat zij míj hielpen om te overleven. Ik wilde dat zíj overleefden.

Met een kring mensen één betovering tot stand brengen is iets heel anders dan een yogales doen met een docent die alle deelnemers aanmoedigt hun eigen tempo te volgen, het is alsof je met vier mensen die je nauwelijks kent een gechoreografeerde dans leert van een chagrijnige instructeur die je de volle laag geeft als je je teen ietsje scheef zet.

I walked slowly back to the baker, to give him a worn penny in return for a coarse half-burned loaf that hadn't been the loaf I'd made at all. He'd given a good loaf to one of his other customers, and kept a ruined one for us.

In the library everyone was rich.

When my father was growing up inside the Old City of Jerusalem, he and his friends liked to trade desserts after diner.

We dropped our troubles into the lap of the storyteller, and they turned into someone else's.