Quotes About Community

Lewinska is one of three examples he describes; the others are of Jewish mothers at Auschwitz and Rabbi Zvi Hirsch Meisels and his Hasidim in Buchenwald; see To Mend the World, 216–219.

At one point," remembers Peter Rummell, "Celebration was going to be modeled on a factory town, like Hershey, Pennsylvania, which is a tourist destination where people pay to watch other people make chocolate. Ultimately imately, Rummell rememberers, "No one could figure out what could be made or produced in our new town that would draw these tourists.

I wondered if small town people became smaller in order to fit. Perhaps they had to.

Success was individual achievement; failure was a social problem.

James Powers, Lynn Mays, Dawn Bagwell, Hannah Holmes, Suzanne Mays, Angie Martin, JulieMartin, Tonya Oborne, Bobby Brewer, Mike Stanborough, Rob Stan- borough, Chip Poole, Teresa Bridges Lucas, Karl Horstmann, Gino Zalunardo,

f]emales are very interested in colonizing high-value male spaces," "[m]ale groups are subverted and redirected to fem-centric goals/visions if women are present and not managed with an iron fist."1

Friends are not the people you meet at the top they are the people who were with you at the bottom.

Long ago, Margaret Mead, the world-famous anthropologist, noted that we should "never underestimate the power of a small group with dedication to change the world; it is, in fact, the only thing that does.

We had two dead white girls in a city that was six-sevenths black.

Barbara, shut up," said her son Luker. "You know very well why it's a private funeral." "Why?" "Because we are the only people in Mobile who would have come. There's no point in advertising a circus when everybody hates the clown.

Human beings long for connection, and our sense of usefulness derives from the feeling of connectedness. When we are connected — to our own purpose, to the community around us, and to our spiritual wisdom — we are able to live and act with authentic effectiveness.

The wound in one person can become the door through which everyone can find the center of life again.

A community best serves itself when it truly serves the awakening of the unique story trying to come to life through each person born.

A society that fails to water the life-seeds of its members may be capable of instructing its citizens, but will be incapable of truly educating its children or wholly embracing its youth.

Townspeople themselves were eager for change and experiment. From their point of view, Catholicism was tied in with customs and festivals that made sense in a farming community. People in towns and cities needed to have their industries work without being interrupted by all the feast days of the Catholic faith.

You know, Henry, we're the only people who get born into the enemy camp. I mean, black babies get born into black families, Jewish babies get born into Jewish families, but gay babies, we get born into straight families. How we survive it all is a miracle.

The specific way that you spend on other people isn't nearly as important as the fact that you spend on other people.

Mayors could never get away with the kind of nonsense that goes on in Washington. In our world, you either picked up the trash or you didn't. You either moved an abandoned car or you didn't. You either filled a pothole or you didn't. That's what we do every day. And we know how to get this stuff done.

But a man's identity (or that of a community) is nothing more than an unbroken rehearsal of contingencies, each at the mercy of circumstance and each significant in proportion to its familiarity.

a man's identity (or that of a community) is nothing more than an unbroken rehearsal of contingencies, each at the mercy of circumstance and each significant in proportion to its familiarity.

An ideal society, properly so-called, can be none other than an actual, present, society taken at its truest and best.

cannot associate with one another without creating a moral relationship.

I try again, with the friendliest-looking man I can find. He's middle-aged and round-bellied, like his group of friends, all wearing University of Wisconsin sweatshirts emblazoned with the schools mascot, Bucky Badger.

One gets the impression that when this house is full there's probably nothing here but love and a hell of a racket.