Quotes About Community

Her little shop might not change the world . . . or garner her a Nobel Peace Prize . . . but Mother Teresa had been right. Not everyone was able to do great things, but everyone could do small things with great love.

If you are struck by a bus, someone may steal your purse or wallet while you lie injured, but many more will come to your aid, trying to save your precious life. One person will call 911, and another will race down the street to alert a police officer on his or her beat. Someone else will take off his coat, fold it, and place it under your head, so that if these are indeed your last moments of life you will die in the small but real comfort of knowing that someone cared about you.

Why do I always have to be helping people . . . and getting no help myself?

Where's your house?' 'Kempsford Gardens, by West Brompton tube station.

Village life can be terribly unpeaceful!

Well, everything's nicer when you can think about Christmas.

I think we belong to each other.

No one, thank God, has attempted to befriend me.

I felt such a stranger there, like a poor lodger. One must be with one's own people.

We all live in the interstices of each other's lives, and we would all get a surprise if we could see everything.

Why did I join the force? I repeat, - Oh I'd have to say that it was due to police oppression. I'd witnessed it within my own community and decided that it was something I wanted to be part of, I smile.

His friends will decline in their numbers as his needs increase. The inverse, or perverse, mathematics ay life.

downtown Johannesburg just looked like a large Muirhouse-in-the-sun to

Politics shouldn't be what it has exclusively become: a pastime for bored, rich, narcissistic sociopaths, useless for any other kind of employment and hardwired only to syphon off the resources of a community into the pockets of their elite sponsors.

We are all acquaintances now

Spud gives Renton the kind of smile that would make old wifies in the street want to adopt him like a stray cat.

After a while, they realise they're in Gorgie. This part of the city makes them feel like intruders. They seem to smell the Hibernian off you over here, Renton reflects; not just the gadges coming out the bookies and boozers, but the young mothers in trackies wheeling the pushchairs, and strangely, worst of all, the auld wifies with gobs like feline ringpieces, who glower witchlike as they shamble by, sick and paranoid.

Every support had its arseholes.

Everybody ought to have a lower East Side in their life.

Immortality means being loved by many anonymous people.

He turned, stood above the crowd gazing up at him. There was silence in the square. And yet he had never felt such complete communication. It was as though they read each other's thoughts, as though they were one and the same: they were part of him,every Florentine standing below, eyes turned up to him, and he was a part of them.

people sometimes mistake their own shortcomings for those of society and want to fix the Cities because they don't know how to fix themselves.

I can't bear to hear a human being spoken of with contempt just because of his group identification...It's these respectable people here who create those hooligans out there.

In themselves, harmless. As a group, incredibly dangerous.