Quotes About Community

Some men fall in love with a woman, Some women fall in love with a man, Some men fall in love with another man, Some women fall in love with another woman - But I, my dear one, fell in love with Shetland. - Shetland

We're not alive to be alone on the planet. We're alive to share, to eat together and love together and laugh together and cry together. If you can never love because you will always lose, what reason is there to live?

A biblical peacemaker pushes people toward God and toward each other to work things out rather than pushing people to live in absolute dependence on her! Holy-Spirit-led peacemakers will promote reconciliation between people, rather than have them look to the peacemaker for everything. I

If you want to see revival, plant your church in the gutter.

A life has no importance except in the impact it has on other lives

It isn't a perfect America and it isn't run right, but it still belongs to us. As

A life is not important except in the impact it has on other lives

That's just one of the reasons why it's so important to encourage people from a range of backgrounds and circumstances to join the ranks of our government officials. If we don't have diverse representation, simple needs will be overlooked, and our legislation will never be as far reaching as it needs to be.

Wallace Stegner was a man who lived under the obligation of trying his best to be a "good man," and his writing was part and parcel of that effort. For him, the individual, insofar as his or her capabilities allow, must not only take charge of his or her own destiny, but take on the responsibility of contributing to the welfare of others in family, community and society.

The Irish people didn't get on that well with each other either. They hated the Catholics, was the main issue, as I see. You can't blame them for that. If I understand correctly, Catholics do not believe in contraception. So, you know, sex is not relaxing.

Did not the manager of the Fresh Air Fund write to the pastor of an Italian Church only last year{9} that "no one asked for Italian children," and hence he could not send any to the country?

The slum is as old as civilization.

The fence that makes good neighbors need to get to make good friends

There's something about being with a group of people who become like family that must be needed in society.

club before. It had seemed like Becky was being so nice to her. "That should have been your first clue," Evan told Jessie later. Becky made extra buttons for Jessie and even helped tape them all over her shirt. And she made a special membership card for her and even a WHJ sign that she helped Jessie glue onto her Writers' Workshop folder.

If you cut people off from what nourishes them spiritually, something in them dies.

This is what kindness does, Ms.Albert said. Each little thing we do goes out, like a ripple, into the world.

Thing about white people," Jeremiah's father tells him, "they know what everybody else is, but they don't know they're white" - "Maybe some know it" His father eyed him and smiled "When they walk into a party and everyone's black, they know it. Or when they get caught in Harlem after nightfall, they know it. But otherwise...

And as we stood half circle in the bright school yard, we saw the lost and beautiful and hungry in each of us. We saw home.

we looked, we saw the people trying to dream themselves out. As though there was someplace other than this place. As though there was another Brooklyn.

My brother had the faith my father brought him to, and for a long time, I had Sylvia, Angela, and Gigi, the four of us sharing the weight of growing up Girl in Brooklyn, as though it was a bag of stones we passed among ourselves saying, Here. Help me carry this.

What did it sound like...having someone call your name across a crowded school yard? How did it feel to turn to the sound of your name, to see some smiling face or waving hand and know it was for you and you alone?" —Staggerlee

Chapter 1 JEREMIAH WAS BLACK. HE COULD FEEL IT. THE WAY THE sun pressed down hard and hot on his skin in the summer. Sometimes it felt like he sweated black beads of oil. He felt warm inside his skin, protected. And in Fort Greene, Brooklyn—where everyone seemed to be some shade of black-he felt good walking through the neighborhood. But one step outside. Just one step and somehow the weight of his skin seemed to change. It got heavier. Light-skinned

Before, you used to hear the word immigration and it sounded like everything you ever believed in. It sounded like feliz cumpleaños and merry Christmas and welcome home . But now you hear it and you get scared because it sounds like a word that makes you want to disappear. It sounds like someone getting stolen away from you.