Quotes About Community

I am no longer a shuddering speck of existence, alone in the darkness;--I belong to them and they to me; we all share the same fear and the same life...I could bury my face in them, in these voices, these words that have saved me and will stand by me.

I am no longer a shuddering speck of existence, alone in the darkness; - I belong to them and they to me; we all share the same fear and the same life, we are nearer than lovers, in a simpler, a harder way; I could bury my face in them, in these voices, these words that have saved me and will stand by me.

State and home country, there's a difference

Üksindus – elu igavene refrään. See ei olnud ei pahem ega parem kui mõnigi muu asi. Sellest räägiti liiga palju. Inimene on alati – ja mitte iial – üksi.

Vientul?ba mekl? ce?abiedru un nejaut?, kas vi?š ir. Kurš to nezina, nekad nav bijis vientu?š, bet tikai viens.

We all feed on one another. Such occasional little sparks of kindliness—that's something one shouldn't allow to be taken away. It strengthens one for a difficult life.

Ich bin nicht mehr ein zitterndes Stück Dasein allein im Dunkel - ich gehöre zu ihnen und sie zu mir, wir haben alle die gleiche Angst und das gleiche Leben, wir sind verbunden auf eine einfache und schwere Art. Ich möchte mein Gesicht in sie hineindrücken, in die Stimmen, diese paar Worte, die mich gerettet haben und die mir beistehen werden.

Perhaps, Herr Ditzen, it is less important where one lives than how one lives.

As I look back on those days, most people in Chicago felt that way. Chicago was host to the world at that time and we were part of it all.

But Burnham also created an office culture that anticipated that of businesses that would not appear for another century. He installed a gym. During lunch hour employees played handball. Burnham gave fencing lessons. Root played impromptu recitals on a rented piano. "The office was full of a rush of work," Starrett said, "but the spirit of the place was delightfully free and easy and human in comparison with other offices I had worked in.

But Burnham also created an office culture that anticipated that of businesses that would not appear for another century. He installed a gym. During lunch hour employees played handball. Burnham gave fencing lessons. Root played impromptu recitals on a rented piano. "The office was full of a rush of work," Starrett said, "but the spirit of the place was delightfully free and easy and human in comparison with other offices I had worked in." Burnham

At the first of the funerals the bishop of Coventry said, "Let us vow before God to be better friends and neighbors in the future, because we have suffered this together and have stood here today.

It's a hindrance to be lonely and isolated in one's work. Ideas stimulate ideas, and the love of writing is contagious." Martha

Despite the blackout, theaters were full, there were plenty of nightclubs for late dancing after restaurants closed, and many people still gave dinner parties, often organized round a son on leave.

throughout America, who

According to Home Intelligence, "People living near guns are suffering from serious lack of sleep: a number of interviews made round one gun in West London showed that people were getting much less sleep than others a few hundred yards away." But no one wanted the guns to stop. "There is little complaint about lack of sleep, mainly because of the new exhilaration created by the barrage. Nevertheless this serious loss of sleep needs watching.

The becomingness of everything that may be seen as a modestly contributive part of a grand whole.

As the crowd thundered, a man eased up beside a thin, pale woman with a bent neck. In the next instant Jane Addams realized her purse was gone. The great fair had begun.

Everybody offers to buy one a drink; but nobody ever dreams of buying one a sandwich.

Isn't a bookshop, to some extent, a temple to Browsing?

If she had learned anything twenty-five years, it was that money wasn't worth much if you didn't have anyone to share it with.

Charity may begin at home, but it ends up in the poorhouse.

Clinton Foley is living?" "Of course he's living. He's living next door

Enter my first neighbor - a woman who spoke in complete, coherent sentences, who ate with a knife and fork and who only cried at weddings. I couldn't help myself. In a dramatic gesture, I bolted the door and threw my body across it to prevent her exit. She understood.