Quotes About Community

Brunetti remembered when they found themselves with an excessive catch, they chose to give it away, rather than watch it rot.

Then we must consider what an African would want to do with the money to

The group mind was such (private jokes and bemusement, everyone clustered round vacation videos on the iPhone) that it was hard to imagine any of them going to a movie by themselves or eating alone at a bar; sometimes, the affable sense of committee among the men particularly gave me the slight feeling of being interviewed for a job.

I see that as usual I've gone on too long and that I'm running out of room, but I do hope that you are happy and well, and it's all a little less lonely out there than you may have feared. If there's anything I can do for you back here, or if I can help you in any way, please know that I will.

But the intimacy, the smallness, also made me feel shut out; and I found myself hurrying past the inviting little doorways with my head down, very aware of all the convivial Sunday-morning lives unrolling around me in private.

In the old days, the snow would drift up to the eaves of the roofs and people would be trapped in their houses and starve to death, they wouldn't be found until spring.

These were good people, common people; the salt of the earth people; people whom i should count myself fortunate to know

Certainly, families like Harriet's (and Hely's) would not tolerate for one moment brick-throwing at children white or black ("or purple," as Edie was fond of piping up in any discussion about skin color). And yet there Harriet was, at the all-white school.

It has been said that some people go to church to eye the clothes and others go to close their eyes.

Celebrate your people's success, not your own.

See and be seen. Get out of your office, walk around, make yourself visible and accessible.

Society is a codependent group of narcissistic hypocrites without mirrors.

I needed help. And good folks responded

Nothing perhaps affects man's character more than the company he keeps.

I want the times we live in to be praying times. I want the Christians of our day to be praying Christians. I want the Church of our age to be a praying Church.

We PT every morning as a group, and some of us are fast. I'm not the hare of the group, but I'm not in the goon squad, either.

Why are so many parsons like this? Must one excuse their defective sensibility towards their fellows because they are engrossed with God?

In rural England, people live wrapped tight in a cocoon; only their eyes move to make sure nobody gets more than themselves. Popular education has not touched them; they communicate as their fathers did by a flick of the eyeballs, passing down grudges either improve upon or, at very least, in mint condition, from generation to generation.

Most country people had a deep-rooted disinclination to sleep away from home and a belief that, like as not, to sojourn amongst strangers was to fall among thieves. It was the way they always had lived and, like their forefathers, they travelled no further than a horse or their own legs could carry them there and back in a day.

The black church must preach the truth and become a place where all men can come and hear the word without feeling they will be judged or ostracized, regardless of their sexual orientation.

As disciples of Jesus Christ, we must ask how we can become the kind of people we need to be to bring honor to Christ, to help turn the culture toward Him, and to be lights in the midst of darkness for our families, friends, churches, and communities.

If we are going to be wise, spiritual people prepared to meet the crises of our age, we must be a studying, learning community that values the life of the mind.

I looked around the barroom. Someone else might have seen nothing more than a random crowd of drinkers, but I saw my people. Kith and kin. Every sort of person was there – stockbrokers and safecrackers, athletes and invalids, mothers and supermodels – but we were as one. We'd all been hurt by something, or somebody, and so we'd all come to Publicans, because misery loves company, but what it really craves is a crowd.

Estar solo no tiene nada que ver con la cantidad de gente que te rodea.