Quotes About Community

She raised her glass of Chablis. "To all readers everywhere, may their tribe increase.

How about an ostentation of peacocks? A parliament of owls. A knot of frogs or a skulk of foxes?

I started crying when the group [therapy] was over because the last thing we did upset me - we all held a piece of the same cloth, leaned back and supported each other's weight. I couldn't do it. I bent my legs and elbows and stood very firm, yet . . . I needed to feel supported, as i do in life, but i can't let myself be, and i pretend not to need that support.

Civilization is the process in which one gradually increases the number of people included in the term "we" or "us" and at the same time decreases those labeled "you" or "them" until that category has no one left in it. - Howard Winters (115)

We need to build a new cooperative social order out beyond the principles of hierarchy, rule out competitiveness. Starting in the grass roots local units of human society where psychosocial polarization first began, we must create a living pattern of mutuality between men and women, between parents and children, among people in their social, economic, and political relationships and between mankind and the organic harmonies of nature.

You're making it sound like it's more dangerous to have a slightly weird family, than a totally weird family.

To celebrate the Fourth of July meant something definite in those days.

We can choose partner, make friends, hire people who make us feel faultless. But think about it – do you never want to grow? Next time you're tempted to surround yourself with worshippers, go to church.

Who can you turn to when good things happen? When you find a wonderful partner. When you get a great job offer or promotion. When your child does well. Who would be glad to hear it?

Conventional wisdom says that you know who your friends are in your times of need. And of course this view has merit. Who will stand by you day after day when you're in trouble? However, sometimes an even tougher question is: Who can you turn to when good things happen? When you find a wonderful partner. When you get a great job offer or promotion. When your child does well. Who would be glad to hear it?

No matter how much people want to feel loved, appreciated, and a part of things, they will be lonely until they make a commitment to themselves, a commitment that is so total that they will give up community and love, if necessary, to be fully who they are.

Those who are hiding out in cowardice want company!

For some, religion is the cement that seals shut their door on the world

Jews don't go camping. Life is hard enough as it is.

Huddled around the fire of the alphabet...

RULE #13: Don't bear the weight alone when you can dump some on a friend.

O Brasil precisa ser dirigido por uma pessoa que já passou fome. A fome também é professora. Quem passa fome aprende a pensar no próximo, e nas crianças.

A única coisa que não existe na favela é solidariedade.

By 1867, there were only fifty Dakota left in Minnesota.67 That year, a baby girl was born just across the Mississippi, in a little house in the Big Woods.

During the darkest days, a saying took hold in Kansas: "there is no god west of Salina.

As Little Crow had said, 'When men are hungry, they help themselves.

I feel that my father's greatest legacy was the people he inspired to get involved in public service and their communities, to join the Peace Corps, to go into space. And really that generation transformed this country in civil rights, social justice, the economy and everything.

When you're going through something, whether it's a wonderful thing like having a child or a sad thing like losing somebody, you often feel like 'Oh my God, I'm so overwhelmed I'm dealing with this huge thing on my own.' In fact, poetry's a nice reminder that, no, everybody goes through it. These are universal experiences.

Dear Beck, It's not your fault you were born on an island. Of course you identify as an island. But, dear girl, you're not an island. Be populated. Be welcoming to love. Love, Beck.