Quotes About Community

We go to the same school. The same small school. Surely it would be hard to ignore someone in a school that small.

It's a Wonderful Life movie.

I don't mean to be cold...But sometimes I need someone to shine a light on me, too.

There were so many people in the world. Some were jerks, but most were kind.

We're all just people...We all have things we deal with, but it's all right. We always muddle through.

Those seemingly interminable dark walks between houses, long before street-lit safety became an issue, were more adrenalizing than the mountains of candy filling the sack. Sadly Halloween, with our good-natured attempts to protect the little ones, from the increasingly dangerous traffic and increasingly sick adults, has become an utter bore.

There's no room in a small town for grudges.

2,668 people are still missing Nearly

The Children's Blizzard. Because at least one hundred of the people who died were schoolchildren

But in America's small towns, life hadn't changed much in a hundred years. There were few roads. Most people were farmers. Kids worked alongside their parents, and went to one-room schools. Toilets were outside, pits dug in the ground.

Because at least one hundred of the people who died were schoolchildren.

The inflections of community are important because they get at the very meanings of marriage. Marriage is a gift God gives the church. He does not simply give it to the married people of the church, but to the whole church, just as marriage is designed not only for the benefit of the married couple. It is designed to tell a story to the entire church, a story about God's own love and fidelity to us

privacy did not exist aboard these ships—and if the sea happened to be rough

they have among them no private property, because everything is common; they have no boundaries of kingdoms and provinces

What makes coming home so jarring, compared to other returns from other exotic places—?isn't simply culture shock. It's human shock, seeing so many people again after dwelling in a place so empty of them.

Fakhruddin 'Iraqi produced one of the most exquisite commentaries on Ibn 'Arabi's doctrine of Love. This great poet-scholar had initially been associated with wondering qalandars, a group of outsiders who disregarded social norms and incurred the wrath of the orthodox community.

There is a saying in the occult community that goes: The Gods need us as much as we need the Gods!

Crowley recognizes that the magickian can share 'one general nature' with other beings, in other words, he is referring to the morphogenetic field that the magickian shares with others working members of a lodge, a spiritual community or simply through a shared harmony of purpose. For the morphogenetic field most definitely has its own Will, directing those in the field to follow its inexorable tug.

Helping someone else is the best way to ensure your own survival. It takes you out of yourself. It helps you to rise above your fears. Now you're a rescuer, not a victim. And seeing how your leadership and skill buoy others up gives you more focus and energy to persevere. The cycle reinforces itself: You buoy them up, and their response buoys you up. Many people who survive alone report that they were doing it for someone else (a wife, boyfriend, mother, son) back home.

It's like an Irish family. They fight like hell among themselves. They want nothing to do with each other. But you throw a disaster at them, and they're all shoulder to shoulder and they'll do whatever it takes. They don't stop for one minute to think what their personal cost or toll is going to be in it, they just do it.

At its extreme, the Trust Survival Style develops when a person grows up in an atmosphere of abuse and horror. Children who witness or experience abuse are helpless and powerless. The horror they witness may involve family violence, such as observing father beating up mother, or witnessing violence in the community, as in ghetto situations.

Slump, and the world slumps with you. Push and you push alone.

Two white teenagers, one of them an Eagle Scout, had been looking forward to being part of the motorcade. Upset at the cancellation, they drove into black neighborhoods on a motorcycle carrying a Confederate flag. When they came upon two black boys on bicycles, one of the white youths fired his pistol at thirteen-year-old Virgil Ware and killed him.

In Joey's neighborhood the blocks were short and there were stop signs on every corner. It was hard to get going more than fifteen miles an hour, and on those lazy streets Joey's refurbished 1973 El Dorado convertible got about eight blocks to the gallon.