Quotes About Community

It's one of the secrets of strength: We're so much more likely to find it in the service of others than we are to find it in ourselves.

In fact, the people who live in this town exist—millions of them. They just don't happen to all live in the same town.

I want to have faith in strangers. I want to have faith in what we're all going to do next. But I'm worried. I see things shifting from United We Stand to God Bless America. I don't believe in God Bless America. I don't believe a higher power is standing beside us and guiding us. I don't believe we're being singled out. I believe much more in United We Stand. I have my doubts, but I want it to be true.

We are face to face with enormity again, but this time we are going to make it through. It is a moment we can get out of. Together.

We roll down the windows and crank the radio - we like the idea of our music spilling out over the whole neighbourhood, becoming part of the air.

The beliefs are almost always the same; it's just that the histories are different. Everybody wants to believe in a higher power. Everybody wants to belong to something bigger than themselves, and everybody wants company in doing that.

Some bookstores want you to believe they're a community center. Like they need to host a cookie making class class in order to sell you some Proust. But the Strand leaves you completely on your own. Caught between the warring forces of organization and idiosyncrasy, with idiosyncrasy winning every time.

I love snow for the same reason I love Christmas. It brings people together as time stands still.

Belonging. Togetherness. These words are as complicated and confusing as the word love. It's probably all the same thing. Or it would be if we let it be.

I love being with you and Joni and the rest of the group. I love being a part of that. But I can never really enjoy it, because I know that at the end, I'll be back here. Sometimes I can forget, and when I can forget, it's bliss. But this past week has been hell. It's like I've been pushed back into the shape of this person I used to be. And I don't fit into the old shape anymore. I don't fit.

there was still the thrill of those opening credits that carried us through the harder times, that sustained our faith in a city that often didn't show much faith in us.

If you put enough closets together, you have enough space for a room. If you put enough rooms together, you have enough space for a house. If you put enough houses together, you have space for a town, then a city, then a nation, then a world.

My peers are my role models, and my role models are my peers. Which is extraordinary.

It's good to have each other, but you also need to have your own people, your own experiences.

Maybe, I say, what we're supposed to do is come together. That's how we stop the breaking.

Every night I pray for a lovely, swoopy-haired homosexual to come to our school, in the same way that Margaret prayed for boobs and my grandfather prays for my eternal salvation.

Everything--the section of comfortable chairs in the middle, the long colourful chains that dangled lights from the ceiling--seemed designed to make you feel like you were part of something larger, without actually being made to feel small.

This, I've discovered, is the best way to waste time, because it isn't really wasted -- surrounded by friends, talking crap and sometimes talking for real, with snacks around and something on a screen.

Algunas personas simplemente están hechas para tener muchos, muchos amigos y no muchas, muchas citas.

And if you ever get the feeling you want to run away again, talk to someone about it. Because running away without a word is never going to be the answer to your problems; it will only cause more problems.

Maybe we're the pieces, What? Maybe that's it. With what you were talking about before. The world being broken. Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we're the pieces. Maybe, what we're supposed to do is come together. That's how we stop the breaking. Tikkun olam.

We were people, and people had ways of finding each other.

life isn't real unless someone else knows its reality.

Some bookstores want you to believe they're a community center, like they need to host a cookie-making class in order to sell you some Proust.