Quotes About Community

Los simples, Adso, no pueden escoger libremente su herejía: se aferran al que predica en su tierra, al que pasa por la aldea o por la plaza.

Only the librarian has received the secret, from the librarian who preceded him, and he communicates it, while still alive, to the assistant librarian, so that death will not take him by surprise and rob the community of that knowledge.

A coloro che sono privi di una qualunque identità sociale, l'Ur-Fascismo dice che il loro unico privilegio è il più comune di tutti, quello di essere nati nello stesso paese.

Sürü yeniden toplanacaksa, sürü d???na itilmiÅŸlerin yeniden bulunmas? gerekliydi.

Porque el ser humano, para saber quién es, necesita la mirada del otro, y cuanto más le ama y le admira el otro, más se reconoce (o cree reconocerse); y si en vez de un solo otro son cien o mil, o diez mil, mucho mejor, se siente completamente realizado.

Con la crisis del concepto de comunidad surge un individualismo desenfrenado, en el que nadie es ya compañero de camino de nadie, sino antagonista del que hay que guardarse.

The simple cannot choose their personal heresy, Adso; they cling to the man preaching in their land, who passes through their village or stops in their square. This is what their enemies exploit.

P?i, unde s? m? g?siÈ›i? Fac parte dintr-o generaÈ›ie pierdut? È™i m? reg?sesc numai când asist, în tov?r??ia altora, la singur?tatea semenilor mei.

I believe that when too many people gather together, lured by a promise and immediately demanding something, there is never any knowing who among them speaks. I recalled

La letteratura, contribuendo a formare la lingua, crea identità e comunità.

I belong to a lost generation and am comfortable only in the company of others who are lost and lonely.

Was that what Starfleet was, when it came down to it? One massive high-school science club? Why had no one ever mentioned this before?

Everyone was poor, but it was out in the open, not tucked out of sight below bridges.

If the day ever comes that it (Deep Space Nine) isn't safe for kids to run around this station we all need to pack up and go home.

The truth is that the institution flourishes only when the people who comprise it flourish. And if the people are sick, the institution will be sick." He squeezed her hand. "If there's anything I could teach you, I'd teach you that.

The polls were still open, and Lanny stopped across the street and watched for a few minutes. There was an American flag on a staff before the old white frame town hall, the polling place, and a few people waiting in line—but no loitering, and no electioneering within a specified distance of the sacred spot. He had seen people fighting one another on so many parts of the earth's surface, and how he longed to teach them this dignified and orderly way of settling their problems.

Lanny felt that he had learned more about Spain in this village than in any of the great cities.

That was the irony of the free enterprise system, so ardently praised by the enterprisers; the system could keep the people in comfort so long as the energies of the community were being devoted to killing other people; but the moment they settled down to enjoy the peace their valor had won, they found themselves heading into another depression, with breadlines and apple-selling on the streets and boondoggling and leaf-raking on the country roads.

The Spanish dictator hadn't been "firm" enough, the polite way of saying that he hadn't killed enough peasants and workers. The Reds had been allowed to conduct a political campaign and to win—and now look at the results! A jurist of a Pink tinge, Azana, had become President, and thirty thousand agitators and trouble-makers, thrown into jail by the old regime, had been suddenly turned loose upon the community.

Polish, Lithuanian, and German—Dom.

But not everyone looked away when injustices happened to others. When little Fienchen Blomberg was stoned in front of the Weilers' grocery store by six older boys, Frau Weiler let out a howl, grabbed her broom, and whipped from the store.

They all looked like families coming back from Church, wearing their Sunday best. In reality, they were refugees who had no idea how drastically their lives were about to change.

In everyone there is some willingness to merge with the anonymous crowd and to flow comfortably along with it down the river of pseudo-life. This is much more than a simple conflict between two identities. It is something far worse: it is a challenge to the very notion of identity itself.

Some lesser husbands built a latrine on the hillside.