Quotes About Community

It isn't just a village. The houses aren't just places to live. Everything belongs to everybody. Everyone belongs to everyone else. Even a single person can make a difference.

No one looks at us. We might as well be invisible; or clothing marks us as strangers, transients. They are polite, so polite; no one stares at us.

Why can't they see, mon père? Why can't they see what the woman is doing to us? Breaking down our community spirit, our sense of purpose. playing on what is worst and weakest in the secret heart. Earning for herself a kind of affection, of loyalty that - God help me! - I am weak enough to covet.

Food is the thing that unites us all, that brings us back together. Food is the thing we can provide when there is nothing else we can do. That's why we serve it at funerals. To remind us that Life always goes on.

my mother have taught me that food is a universal passport. Whatever the constraints of language, culture or geography, food crosses over all boundaries. To offer food is to extend the hand of friendship; to accept is to be accepted into the most closed of communities. I

But I have always been different. Perhaps that's why I find it easier to cross the narrow boundaries between one tribe and the next. To belong so often means to exclude; to think in terms of us and them – two little words that, juxtaposed, so often lead to conflict.

we have the uncanny knack of focusing on difference; as if excluding others could make our sense of identity stronger. And yet, in all my travels, I have found that people are mostly the same everywhere.

Because art is like love. It goes feral if you keep it to yourself. Art is made to be given away, otherwise, it just rots.

Places all have their own characters. . . . But the people begin to look the same.

A problem shared is a problem solved.

Roux seemed different here, more relaxed, outlined in fire as he supervised his cooking. I remember river crayfish, split and grilled over the embers, sardines, early corn, sweet potatoes, caramelized apples rolled in sugar and flash-fried in butter, thick pancakes, honey. We ate with our fingers from tin plates and drank cider and more of the spiced wine.

Joséphine helped me prepare dinner: a salad of green beans and tomatoes in spiced oil, red and black olives from the Thursday market stall, walnut bread, fresh basil from Narcisse, goat's cheese, red wine from Bordeaux.

Gli abitanti di Lansquenet hanno imparato l'arte di osservare senza incrociare i suoi occhi. Sento il loro sguardo come un respiro sulla nuca, stranamente privo di ostilità, e tuttavia freddo. Per loro siamo una curiosità, parte del carnevale, una ventata che viene da terre lontane.

Clever folk aren't popular, by and large. They arouse suspicion. They don't fit in. They can be useful, as I proved on a number of occasions, but among the general population there's always a sense of vague mistrust, as if the very qualities that make them indispensable also make them dangerous.

To belong so often means to exclude;

To belong so often means to exclude; to think in terms of us and them - two little words that, juxtaposed, so often lead to conflict. - Monsieur Le Curé.

Online communities are an expression of loneliness.

Everyone will think I'm ugly. Tik Tok smiled. That's true. But we are a small village. We have narrow tastes. There's no telling who else in the world would think you're beautiful.

Many people in the village wanted her to be more of a girl, and Peter had wanted her to be large and brave but a little less large and brave than him. But Pine Sap was sure enough to want her to be exactly who she was.

If you were drifting with a thousand other people, could you really still say you were lost?

That's why we read fiction, isn't it? To remind us that whatever we suffer, we're not the only ones?

I know better than most people that a criminal isn't always a thug in a black leather jacket with a big brand on his forehead to warn us away. Criminals sit next to us on the bus. They pack our groceries and cash our paychecks for us and teach our children. They look no different from you or me. And that's why they get away with it.

Home is not a place, but rather, the people you love

if there isn't a them, there can't be an us.