Quotes About Community

contar historias es justamente esto: encontrar la conexión que logra reunir a los seres humanos más allá del tiempo y el espacio

We all move within six degrees

Olivia had also told her that all these trembling aspen trees were connected, one big organism joined by a root network underground. If you cut a tree up on this ridge, the others down in that grove would know. She wondered if they would all feel the pain of an ax strike at once.

That's all everyone wants—to be loved. To belong. To be forgiven for their sins.

We . . . all just need to feel worthy, don't we? To be loved. To belong. Because if we don't feel that we belong somewhere, how can we ever call it home? Isn't it a most basic survival thing, because to be cast out of a group, or a herd, can mean death?

Before Arwen arrived, the neighborhood was fine. Just ticking along, everyone effectively hiding their dark family secrets behind their smiling masks. But Arwen rattled their cage. The rats began running around and attacking each other.

Yeah. A mom, dad, a kid brother. A house you've lived in, like, forever. Good friends all over the neighborhood. Knowing everyone. Going on family vacations around the world. It's, like, a Hollywood movie family.

it was hard to hide one's emotion from one's own kind.

Miss, I'm sure lots of women think of running away when men disappoint us. But if all of us was to actually do that, there wouldn't be a woman left in London.

I never knew any Jews until I got into show business. I've found them to be real smart and good workers.

When I first came to Nashville, people hardly gave country music any respect. We lived in old cars and dirty hotels, and we ate when we could.

Los Angeles has more kids in foster care than any other city and it is not unusual to read a news story about a child who was injured or who needlessly died in foster care—after being unjustly taken from economically disadvantaged parents who are not unfit.

Finally the last song was sung. Now began the fun part of the evening, the part they all looked forward to. The singers rose, and Jonas pitched in to help the other young men move the benches out of the barn. Groups formed, clusters of girls who giggled together and cast quick glances toward the boys under the watchful eyes of the parents who hovered nearby.

His back to the room, Jackson said, "I need a Chris." Because Chris was gay, Dare choked and Trace laughed.

we grow in connection with others.

Roast the chestnuts, heat the wine, Pass the cups along the line, Gather round, the log burns bright, It's warm as toast inside tonight

We have not one but two former presidents of the Junior League (we knew this about them and we still embraced them as if they were normal).

Like all sororities, we find that half, maybe more, of the fun is in keeping others out. So much for the sweet part.

In trying times, such as the ones we currently find ourselves mired in the middle of, one wants a distraction from one's troubles, and I find it most helpful to plan and engage in a pleasant outing or two with close and like-minded friends. Or you could go gator huntin'.

We used to all come outside when the streetlights came on and prowl the neighborhood in a pack, a herd of kids on banana-seat bikes and minibikes. The grown-ups looked so silly framed in their living-room and kitchen windows. They complained about their days and sighed deep sighs of depression and loss. They talked about how spoiled and lucky children were these days. We will never be that way, we said, we will never say those things.

Half the people in Lucky Harbor were in love with him. The other half were men and didn't count. -Tara on Ford

The sign on the front door explaining what kind of meeting: NA-NARCOTICS ANONYMOUS Someone had attached a sticky note that said: EMPHASIS ON THE A, PEOPLE! Ty didn't know wheather to be amused that only in Lucky Harbor would the extra note be necessary, or appalled that the town was trusted with the anonymous at all.

Residents tended to consider it a God-given right to gossip and nose into people's business, and no one was exempt. -Lucky Harbor

Half the people in Lucky Harbor were in love with him. The other half were men and didn't count.