Quotes About Community

And I'm asking you for your good and for your nation's security to take no unnecessary trips, to use carpools or public transportation whenever you can, to park your car one extra day per week, to obey the speed limit, and to set your thermostats to save fuel. Every act of energy conservation like this is more than just common sense -- I tell you it is an act of patriotism.

Give yourself a break. It's not a race. Celebrate others success. Be a positive force and it will attract others like you. Stop tearing down others and their hard work.

Fiction, when it's done right, does in the daylight what dreams do at night: we leave the confines of our own experiences and go to common ground, where for a time we are not alone. Where we don't have to ask how it feels, because we feel it for ourselves.

If you want to see the girl next door, go next door.

Janis Joplin is singing with Big Brother in the Panhandle and almost everybody is high and it is a pretty nice Sunday afternoon.

In New Orleans the wilderness is sensed as very near, not the redemptive wilderness of the western imagination but something rank and old and malevolent, the idea of wilderness not as an escape from civilization and its discontents but as a mortal threat to a community precarious and colonial in its deepest aspect. The effect is lively and avaricious and intensely self-absorbed, a tone not uncommon in colonial cities, and the principal reason I find such cities invigorating.

To be a white middle-class child in a small southern town must be on certain levels the most golden way for a child to live in the United States.

In Coffeeville, Miss., at 6 p.m., there was a golden light and a child swinging in it, swinging from a big tree, over a big lawn, back and forth in front of a big airy house. To be a white middle-class child in a small southern town must be on certain levels the most golden way for a child to live in the United States.

The easiest kind of relationship for me is with ten thousand people," she said. "The hardest is with one.

I understood for the first time the meaning in the practice of suttee. Widows did not throw themselves on the burning raft out of grief. The burning raft was instead an accurate representation of the place to which their grief (not their families, not the community, not custom, their grief) had taken them.

Here is the last stop for all those who come from somewhere else, for all those who drifted away from the cold and the past and the old ways.

it is a network kept alive by people whose instincts tell them that if they do not keep moving at night on the desert they will lose all reason.

The city burning is Los Angeles's deepest image of itself.

What these men represented was not "the West" but what was for this century a relatively new kind of monied class in America, a group devoid of social responsibilities precisely because their ties to any one place had been so attenuated.

We were seeing the desperate attempt of a handful of pathetically unequipped children to create a community in a social vacuum.

In just such self-doubts do small towns lose their character.

To think that we might easily have gone through life not knowing each other, missing all this free flow of love and ideas and warmth and sharing... We share really almost everything. (Avis DeVoto to Julia Child)

Fierce loyalty. That's how the Kurds survived for two and a half thousand years while the Hitties and the Phrygians died out. Communal Loyalty.

What I really wanted — and needed — were friends of my own. People who would like and accept me for myself. Once

Ruby was the proud owner of The Best Little Hairhouse in Texas.

The next time you come to the Cookie Jar, the coffee's on me. You could probably bottle that stuff of yours and sell it for rat poison.

Bud Allen and Taffy Comstock? I want you two to be Leslie's special friends today. Let's show her how nice and friendly we are at Cold Spring Elementary

TICKLED PINK LEMONADE COOKIES Preheat oven to 350 degrees F., rack in the middle position. Hannah's 1st Note: This recipe is from Lisa's Aunt Nancy. It's a real favorite down at The Cookie Jar because the cookies are different, delicious, and very pretty. ½ cup salted, softened butter (1 stick, 4 ounces

Most problems can be solved through cake.