Quotes About Community

Me, I love this land, the work. Never was a churchgoer. God all penned up under a roof? I don't think so. Ask me, God's right here. In the dirt, the rain, the sky, the trees, the apples, the stars in the cottonwoods. In you and me, too. It's all connected and it's all God. Sure this is hard work, but it's good work because it's a part of what connects us to this land, Buck. This beautiful tender land.

It's hard to say good-bye and almost impossible to accomplish this alone and ritual is the railing we hold to, all of us together, that keeps us upright and connected until the worst is past.

In a small town nothing is private. Word spreads with the incomprehensibility of magic and the speed of plague.

History. And from history came community. And community was something that spread out beyond itself, resulting in towns and nations. But it all began with family.

It's not a question anymore of fishing," Sam spoke up. "It's a question of what's right, Cork. We've bent like reeds in a river for generations, bent so far over we've just about forgot how to stand up straight. Look at us now. None of us has ever been so proud of being a Shinnob.

Vox populi," Belle says. "The voice of the people.

You will share the same fire. You will hang your garments together. You will help one another. You will walk the same trail. You will look after one another. Be kind to one another. Be kind to your children.

In a way, they weren't that different from the kids at Lincoln School, who'd been thrown together with almost nothing. But Lincoln School had been overseen by the likes of DiMarco and the Black Witch and her lizard-on-two-legs husband, and fear had been what we'd all shared the most. With the crusade, the spirit of Sister Eve ran through everything, and that made all the difference.

To breathe, to eat, to sleep, and to do so fearlessly—how much more did anyone need to be happy? Wealth, Wendell had impressed on her, was not a value the Anishinaabe held. Sharing was the way of The People.

There is something about a fire on a dark night, a fire shared with others, that pulls the gloom right out of you. We sat around the cheery little blaze with the branches popping as they burned with the flames dancing, and although we hadn't eaten that day, I could feel our spirits rise along with the smoke that drifted toward the stars.

And I thought, as I had so many times before, that what's important to a human being, any human being, isn't the wealth that comes from money, but the richness that comes from community, a sense of connectedness to family and to friends and, as Rainy and Henry would probably have said, to the spirit of the Great Mystery that runs through all creation.

ritual is the railing we hold to, all of us together, that keeps us upright and connected until the worst is past.

traditional marriage ceremony of the Anishinaabeg. You will share the same fire. You will hang your garments together. You will help one another. You will walk the same trail. You will look after one another. Be kind to one another. Be kind to your children.

good things are made even better when you share the story of how they came to be.

I was a sinner. I knew that without a doubt. But I was not alone. And the night was the accomplice of us all.

I had been to visitations before and have been to many since and I've come to understand that there's a good deal of value in the ritual accompanying death. It's hard to say good-bye and almost impossible to accomplish this alone and ritual is the railing we hold to, all of us together, that keeps us upright and connected until the worst is past.

I comfort myself with something Henry once told me. He said we all stumble in the dark, but that's why the Great Mystery gave us voices, so that we can call out, seeking others in the dark. And we were given hands so that we can reach out to help one another. Alone, the darkness swallows us. But together, we help each other through. So, when things seem bleakest, I tell myself to soldier on. I try to remind myself to call out. I do my best to be ready to offer a hand.

We are all strangers in this world, Maiev Shadowsong. We must help one another.

We must define a story which encourages us to make use of the place where we live without killing it, and we must understand that the living world cannot be replicated. There will never be another setup like the one in which we thrived. Ruin it and we will have lost ourselves, and that is craziness.

We must define a story which encourages us to make use of the place where we live without killing it, and we must understand that the living world cannot be replicated.

Make friends, because come a hurricane, you're going to need them

If we do something in the public interest which at the same time is profitable to the company, then this is, indeed, very good business," he said.

Civilization could not be said to have truly ended until there were no restaurants left.

The persecution of Jews and of Christians outside the Greek Orthodox community caused great disaffection within the empire and explains in part why many Byzantine subjects welcomed the arrival of the more religiously tolerant Muslim rulers.