Quotes About Community

Friendship is the only cement that will hold the world together.

Man is a gregarious creature, more so in mind than in body. He may like to go alone for a walk but he hates to stand alone in his opinion.

Most everything in my brain, someone else helped put there.

Strong people stand up for themselves, but stronger people stand up for others.

Those who have nothing can share nothing; those who are going nowhere can have no fellow-travellers.

You will not find the warrior, the poet, the philosopher or the Christian by staring into his eyes as if he were your mistress: better fight beside him, read with him, argue with him, pray with him.

O grupo é o começo de tudo aquilo que um homem só, fechado na sua prisão, nunca pode realizar.

said, "but the school board—" He opened his arms in a helpless sweep. "If I can help . . ." The following Wednesday the bells of the chapel did not ring, and when the old women

Because of the people in history, Trudi felt a far stronger link than ever before to the people in her town, and from all this grew new stories, which she told to Eva and her father, and to Frau Abramowitz who listened to every word and sighed, "Trudi, you and your splendid imagination.

My relationship with everyone in Jamaica is good.

Manners is the key thing. Say, for instance, when you're growing up, you're walking down the street, you've got to tell everybody good morning. Everybody. You can't pass one person.

As children, in haystacks, caught in a storm, we thought: Someone can see us. We are all seen.

I am remembering the soldier who are coming to my village and I am holding my machete closer. I am liking how it is feeling in my hand, like it is almost part of my body.

One does not have to wonder what was going through the minds of the founders of these towns e.g LEFT HAND,WV-V J SMITH Author, ROAD TRIP TOWNS WITH WACKY NAMES BARNES AND NOBLE NOOK BOOK

None of us knows all the potentialities that slumber in the spirit of the population, or all the ways in which that population can surprise us when there is the right interplay of events.

A stranger could drive through Miguel Street and just say "Sum!" because he could see no more. But we who lived there saw our street as a world, where everybody was quite different from everybody else. Mam-man was mad; George was stupid; Big Foot was a bully; hat was an adventurer; Popo was a philosopher; and Morgan was our comedian.

The past of a place survives in its poor.

Suddenly it becomes possible that there are just others, that we ourselves are an "other" among others.

None of us know all the potentialities that slumber in the spirit of the population, or all the ways in which that population can surprise us when there is the right interplay of events.

Suomen pojat! Tulkaa hakemaan leipää!» – Tu sinä hakeen leipäs päälle voita! khihihi.

Who flesh and roots and berries eat; A hundred fishers man each boat Of the five hundred here afloat

Let us keep ever in our minds the fact that it is the Ramayana and the Mahabharata that bind our vast numbers together as one people, despite caste, space and language that seemingly divide them.

Factory windows are always broken.Somebody's always throwing bricks,Somebody's always heaving cinders,Playing ugly Yahoo tricks.

The Glasgow accent was so strong you could have built a bridge with it and known it would outlast the civilization that spawned it