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Quotes About Community

Es ist nicht die Sprache, die den Menschen zum Menschen macht, sondern die Sprache der anderen.
~ J.M. Coetzee
The filth of village; honestly acquired.
~ J.M. Coetzee
Durante el día empujaba la carreta por la vecindad; por la noche dormía bajo los viaductos, detrás de los setos, en callejones.
~ J.M. Coetzee
Kaimo gyventojai nuolat rezga planus, kaip pakenkti kaimynams - linki jiems parazit?, nederliaus, finansin?s katastrofos, - ta?iau ištikus krizei visi pasireng? pad?ti.
~ J.M. Coetzee
there is no shortage of pastors)
~ J.M. Coetzee
I would rather commit a sin of commission than a sin of omission, and the evangelical community is exactly the opposite. The evangelical community would rather not do something wrong and the price they're willing to pay for not doing something wrong is they're willing to fail to do something right; they're so afraid of making a mistake. Now the reason they're afraid of making a mistake is they're cowards and our community produces cowards.
~ J.P. Moreland
The place is also big enough. We could all live there without killing each other. -Rhage That depends more on your mouth than any floorplan. -Phury
~ J.R. Ward
There was a sniffle from the crowd. At which point, Rhage's voice hissed, "What. This is beautiful, 'kay? Fuck all y'all.
~ J.R. Ward
Rhage nodded. "The place is also big enough. We could all live there without killing each other." "That depends more on your mouth than any floor plan," Phury said with a grin.
~ J.R. Ward
End of the day, the quick and the dead are the same. Everyone's just looking for a home.
~ J.R. Ward
There was something about the people you grew up around, the ones you'd seen throughout your childhood, the folks you couldn't remember not knowing. Even if the past was a complicated mess, as you aged, you were just glad the sons of bitches were still on the planet. It gave you the illusion that life wasn't as fragile as it actually was--and on occasion, that was the only thing that got you through the night.
~ J.R. Ward
None of them knew that it wasn't because he was a nice guy; it was because he was one of them. The hard reality was that life had put them all where they didn't want to be, namely on their backs for people they didn't want to be fucking.
~ J.R. Ward
If you were loved, if you had people who cared about you, you could be by yourself and never feel alone. But if no one cared? You were isolated even in a crowd.
~ J.R. Ward
It appeared, after decades of being without a tribe, that he and his brother had found theirs.
~ J.R. Ward
Not the point. No offense, but these are wicked Village People.
~ J.R. Ward
But then this one time, at band camp
~ J.R. Ward
Ivie lowered her coffee cup onto its saucer. "You would do that? I mean, Silas, seriously, these are not your peeps. My dad has tattoos and a Harley. He and my mahmen live in a prefab house out on a farm, and eat their own chickens. We're talking beer out of a can, a store-bought cake, and hunting dogs running around under the table
~ J.R. Ward
In her time as a reporter, she'd found that murder was a community event in Caldwell. Well, certainly for everyone except the man or woman who'd actually done the dying. For the victim, she had to imagine death was an alone kind of thing, even if he or she were staring into the face of the killer. Some bridges you crossed on your own, no matter who drove you to the edge. -Beth's thoughts
~ J.R. Ward
When you are poor, all you have are the people in your life. Who they are and who they are to you? That is the wealth you have in the world. That is the wealth you pass down to the next generation.
~ J.R. Ward
There was something about the people you grew up around, the ones you'd seen throughout your childhood, the folks you couldn't remember not knowing.
~ J.R. Ward
We're in this together, people, three fathers and one mom, two kids. Bam!
~ J.R. Ward
the Shitstorm Survivors' Club.
~ J.R. Ward
Christ, for all the crap that the people living in the mansion had been through, maybe V should design a tat they could each get on their asses.
~ J.R. Ward
Standing over the plate of steaming food, Lydia glanced up at the server. Bessie was married to Susan, the grocer's, husband's brother. Which meant that not only did the women work in the same building and take their breaks together, they also rode into and from work as a twosome
~ J.R. Ward