Quotes About Community

Rather than following a [genealogical] 'line', I find myself drawn to all the people I encounter, including those who, only by the most obtuse reckoning, can be thought of as relatives. Every life deserves telling; none is without drama and change.

She's never really wanted to be the only person, she's never been such a fan of being alone.

I've met so many fans of daytime television who've watched the shows with their moms and grandmas and feel like they've known the characters their whole lives. It's sad for them to have to say goodbye to their favorite soaps and characters. We don't want that to happen to the 'Days' fans.

A good church is a Bible-centered church. Nothing is as important as this--not a large congregation, a witty pastor, or tangible experiences of the Holy Spirit.

Music is the lubricant of the poor.

Not homes with beautiful roofs, nor walls of permanent stone, nor canals and piers for ships make the city—but men of strength. Not stone and timber, nor skill of carpenter—but men brave who will handle sword and spear. With these you have a city and walls.

All of you are above me, and I am above all of you.

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Funerals are the rituals we create to help us face the reality of death, to give us a way of expressing our response to that reality with other persons, and to protect us from the full impact of the meaning of death for ourselves. Some funerals fulfill these functions beautifully. Others fail.

We need to begin by recognizing the validity and value of our own experience for the corporate good. Contrary to the distorted view of theology often communicated by our teachers in the past, our own experience is relevant to the theology of the whole community. If our theological understanding has no connection with lived experience, it has no validation of its own and becomes part of the dead weight that burdens us instead of the meaningful context that illuminates our lives.

People sup together, play together, travel together, but they do not think together.

Philosophy is not a doctrine but a way of life, so the philosophers, for all the differences in their teachings, have more in common with one another than with anyone else, even their own followers.

In the tightest communities, at least since the days of Odysseus, there is something in man that wants out and senses that his development is stunted by being just a part of a whole, rather than a whole itself. And in the freest and most independent situations men long for unconditional attachments. The tension between freedom and attachment, and attempts to achieve the impossible union of the two, are the permanent condition of man.

If we are serious about change, we have to dig - preferably with plenty of company and with a full appreciation of the fact that although we did not start the fire, it belongs to us now.

I want to give back." He looked at her and said in all seriousness, "Why? What did you take?

they saw in democracy something more than opportunities for self-interest and self-aggrandizement,

Fortunately art is a community effort --a small but select community living in a spiritualized world endeavoring to interpret the wars and the solitudes of the flesh.

One can often recognize herd animals by their tendency to carry bibles.

It's not a sin to accept help once in a while. - Colonel Kincaid

Only on the Internet can a person be lonely and popular at the same time.

I recently moved to Los Angeles and found out there's an entire city of people who never "fit in!" It's the "land of misfit toys." How great is that? So for those of you out there who are "unique," congratulations on recognizing it, and get comfortable with it, because it's a part of you and one day you'll stumble upon people who totally get you.

She'd absolutely adored the library_an entire building where anyone could take things they didn't own and feel no remorse about it.

Yes, of course. But ... how?" Kat felt her crew around her: Hamish's arm hung around Simon's shoulders; Gabrielle's delicate hands draped through the arms of Angus and Nick. Kat's own hand found Hale's, then, fingers interlacing, palms pressing together so tightly that Kat knew nothing could come between them. Nothing. She looked at him. No one. "It's easy," Kat said, "when you don't have to do it alone.

She'd absolutely adored the library-an entire building where anyone could take things they didn't own and feel no remorse about it.