Quotes About Community

Sometimes, it seemed like everybody in the world was lonely.

Well now, look at that," she said. "That dog is smiling at me." "It's a talent of his," I told her. "It is a fine talent," Miss Franny said. "A very fine talent." And she smiled back at Winn-Dixie. "We could be friends," I said to Miss Franny. "I mean you and me and Winn-Dixie, we could all be friends.

What matters when all is said and done is not who puts us down but who picks up.

It's kind of a strange church and I thought Winn-Dixie would fit right in.

And perhaps what matters when all is said and done is not who puts us down but who picks us up.

When we read together, we connect. Together, we see the world. Together, we see one another. Author,s note

Franny Block is in charge of them all. She is a very small, very old woman with short gray hair, and she was the first friend I made in Naomi.

What we got, all we got, is each other. And we got to learn to make do with that.

people who could read. All

How come you don't have a phone?" Rob shrugged. "Ain't got nobody to call

As soon as Beverly said the words, Raymie knew that they were true. Louisiana's singing would win any contest. And Raymie wanted Louisiana to win. She wanted her to become Little Miss Central Florida Tire" (DiCamillo 212).

Save the sandwiches," Gloria Dump

We are who we are, because of those we choose to love and because of those who love us.

Die derzeitigen und früheren Bewohner von Nulle wussten, wie abgründige Trauer den Geist zerfrisst.

W)hen a load is too heavy for one horse to pull, what do we do? Hitch another to it, don't we? That's just common sense. Well, son, things that sort of weigh on a man's mind and heart may be too heavy for him to make much headway with alone.

W)hen a load is too heavy for one horse to pull, what do we do? Hitch another to it, don't we? That's just common sense. Well, son, things that sort of weigh on a man's mind and heart may be too heavy for him to make much headway with alone. ?The Chestry Oak

A library is the only place you can go--from cradle to grave--that is free, safe, democratic and no one will try to flog you anything. You don't have to part with a penny to travel the world. It's the heartbeat of a community, offering precious resources to people in need. It's a place just to be, to dream, and to escape -- with books. And what's more precious than that? So here's to all library workers. We need you.

The scalding rhetoric of the "pro-life" movement seems to propose the derivative claim that a fetus is from the moment of its conception a full moral person with rights and interests equal in importance to those of any other member of the moral community. But very few people—even those who belong to the most vehemently anti-abortion groups—actually believe that, whatever they say.

Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.

What in the world would we do without our libraries?

The whole effort for the past one hundred years has been to remove the moral responsibility from the individual and make him blame his own human wickedness on his society, but he helps to make his society, you see, and he will not take his responsibility for his part in it.

The more people we exclude, the more people will want to join. That's what exclusive means.

In the grim blasted regions where the soil had failed or the factories were shut down, whole congregations would drift through the gates

I have an insidious conviction that between the onset of puberty and the age of thirty, people, like the hypothetical painting in the desert, do no exist without someone looking at them. I didn't. After thirty, I suppose we become a corporeal composite of what all of our viewers have witnessed, a kind of community gelatin.