Quotes About Community

Having another Christian woman who was dealing with cancer, one I could talk to, had been a real help.

Talking to others who understand what you're going through can help.

Sometimes we whites think of racism as individual acts of racial violence (lynching African Americans, for example, or the times some white soldiers intentionally killed Native Americans by giving them smallpox-infected blankets). It does include those sins, but it also includes community-wide acts of violence-acts of violence that are so familiar that they are hidden to well-meaning white people.

How I can I speak God's peace to them inside the church if I act scared when I walk past them outside?

Wednesday: Pray for Strangers You See throughout This Day One of the elders said: Just as a bee, wherever she goes, makes honey, so a monk, wherever he goes, if he goes to do the will of God, can always produce the spiritual sweetness of good works.5

Added to residential segregation was the powerlessness of blacks to keep vice out of their communities.

Oh." It seemed I'd surprised him. "There isn't a lot of that kind of thinking around here." "Of course there is," I told him, trying to draw a smile. "It's just usually a man who's doing it.

Anything and anyone could disappear on you, and you could disappear, too, if you didn't have people around who really knew you. Who were there solidly, meeting you exactly where you stood when life grew stormy and terrifying. Who could find you when you were lost and couldn't find yourself, not even in the mirror.

I also liked to look around at the houses surrounding the park and wonder about the people who filled them, what kinds of marriages they had and how they loved or hurt each other on any given day, and if they were happy, and whether they thought happiness was a sustainable thing.

There was to be a ngoma that night, as there always was for full moons—a tribal dance of the young Kikuyu men and women, up the high embankment at the far edge of the forest.

Though Kenya was vast, there was surprisingly little privacy in our colony. Everyone seemed to know everyone else's business, particularly when it was personal.

what happens to us that matters most, but how we can learn to carry it. I'm starting to understand the difference, and how maybe the only way we can survive what's here, and what we are, is together.

Everyone deserves to belong somewhere.

In a small place like Mendocino, I know all too well, any act of violence is personal. Everyone will be feeling this. Everyone will be affected.

A town like this feels so safe and apart from the outside world. You start to wonder if it's dangerous.

We were surrounded by people on the platform, but we were entirely alone.

It's funny that we think of libraries as quiet demure places where we are shushed by dusty, bun-balancing, bespectacled women. The truth is libraries are raucous clubhouses for free speech, controversy and community. Librarians have stood up to the Patriot Act, sat down with noisy toddlers and reached out to illiterate adults. Libraries can never be shushed.

People need each other. Our well-being is tightly tethered to the well-being of people we do not know, most of whom look nothing like ourselves. Happiness, I realized right there in breathing class, requires engagement.

At the first one we did it was pouring down all day, and it was lovely to see the big smiles on everyone's faces despite the weather. They really enjoyed it – particularly the kids.

Love is the common currency of the poor.

Everyone gathered around as Franklin opened his other cards. "Mine's a turtle cut-out," said Snail. "Mine's a turtle poem," said Goose. "And I made up a turtle riddle," said Fox. "These are great!" exclaimed Franklin. "I just wish I had my valentines for all of you!" "I just wish we could start eating all these goodies," replied Bear. Everybody laughed.

As soon as Franklin got to school, he opened his package and gave everyone a card. "What are you doing, Franklin?" asked Beaver. "Valentine's Day was yesterday." "Oh, these cards aren't for Valentine's Day," replied Franklin. "They're for Friendship Day. And Friendship Day can be any day you want it to be.

It was a puzzling thing as to why they packed up in towns in the way they did.

Captain Kidd said, It has been said by authorities that the law should apply the same to the king and to the peasant both, it should be written out and placed in the city square for all to see, it should be written simply and in the language of the common people, lest the people grow weary of their burdens.