Quotes About Community

Whatever was said or done, I knew what I wanted; and that was to be a boy among the boys.

If you ain't native to a place, you have a better chance of becoming a gentleman in it.

Chicanos never say congratulations when people do well. "I got a job over at the hospital." "'S about time." Do we say good luck? No, we say, "Don't fuck it up like last time." Or, "So now you think you're all bad, or what?" Go to the Hallmark store and look for that card. "Do you have a Now-You-Think-You're-All-Bad card?"

Without social history, economic history is barren and political history is unintelligible.

Division has done more to hide Christ from the view of all men than all the infidelity that has ever been spoken.

And both were more fortunate than Hecky Noble who, within a few nights of Mrs Hetherington's widowhood, was a victim of that gay desperado, Dickie Armstrong of Dryhope,49 and his 100 jolly followers. Apart from reiving a herd of 200 head, and destroying nine houses, the raiders also burned alive Hecky's son John, and his daughter-in-law, who was pregnant.

Every society, all government, and every kind of civil compact therefore, is or ought to be, calculated for the general good and safety of the community.

Government is, or ought to be instituted for the common benefit, protection, and security of the people, nation, or community; of all the various modes and forms of government, that is best which is capable of producing the greatest degree of happiness and safety, and is most effectually secured against the danger of maladministration.

There is no such thing as a "self-made" person. . . . Everyone who has ever done a kind deed for us, or spoken one word of encouragement to us, has entered into the make-up of our character and of our thoughts, as well as our success.

My dad was a Methodist minister.

Those kind, plump, promiscuous girls who occupy an underrated and therapeutic position in this frequently lonely and often desperate life.

Mainers is the name for those who choose to live in Maine, whether born there or elsewhere. Mainiacs is the name for those who are born in Maine but choose to live elsewhere.

By rebuilding community, we become proud of our society, proud of our institutions, proud of our nations, proud of ourselves. By coming together we discover who we are. We ignite our capacity for empathy and altruism. Togetherness and belonging allow us to become the heroes of the story.

By rebuilding community, we will renew democracy and the hope we invest in it. We will develop political systems that are not so big that they cannot respond to us but not so small that they cannot meet the problems we face. We will achieve something that, paradoxically, we cannot realise alone: self-reliance. By helping each other, we help ourselves. The strong, embedded cultures

The poor would never be able to live at all if it were not for the poor.

There is nothing so consoling as to find one's neighbor's troubles are at least as great as one's own.

The poetry community here has been extraordinarily welcoming.

We are pressed, pressed on each other,We will be told at onceOf anything that happens

We need an activism of cohesion. We need an activism that doesn't separate Americans into like-minded factions but brings Americans together across tribal lines.

In suburbia," Van Sickler said, "no one can hear you scream.

After the tragedy, New Yorkers are more united than ever in their vision, as well as in appreciation what living in freedom means - and that if we stand together, we can accomplish anything.

Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths. So if you must hate, Arya, hate those who would truly do us harm.

A tribe is like a child," he said once, in that thin piping old-man's voice, which every day seemed more like a bird's—and then he coughed. When he recovered, he spoke again. "Yes, a tribe is like a child. You can show it the way by which it should grow up, and perhaps you can direct it a little, but in the end the child will go his own way, and so will the tribe.

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.