Quotes About Community

Here nobody's supposed to belong to more than one person. And if you have people in the ordinary way, the others think you're wicked and anti-social.

Not philosophers, but fret-sawyers and stamp collectors compose the backbone of society.

But every one belongs to every one else.

Man cannot live by bread alone; but if he chooses to nourish his mind on the wrong kind of spiritual food, he won't even get bread. He won't even get bread, because he'll be so busy killing or preparing to kill his neighbours in the name of God, or Country, or Social Justice that he won't be able to cultivate his fields.

the social body persists although the component cells may change.

el individuo siente, la comunidad se resiente -citó Lenina.

Ale lidé te? nikdy nejsou sami," pravil Mustafa Mond. U?íme je nenávidÄ›t samotu. UspoÃ…â"¢ádali jsme jim život tak, že samota je pro nÄ› tém?? nemožná.

Unorthodoxy threatens more than the life of a mere individual; it strikes at Society itself. Yes, at Society itself...

Organization is indispensable; for liberty arises and has meaning only within a self-regulating community of freely co-operating individuals. But, though indispensable, organization can also be fatal. Too much organization transforms men and women into automata, suffocates the creative spirit and abolishes the very possibility of freedom. As usual, the only safe course is in the middle, between the extremes of laissez-faire at one end of the scale and of total control at the other.

Las burlas le hacían sentirse como un forastero; y, sintiéndose como un forastero, se comportaba como tal.

When the individual feels, the community reels, Lenina pronounced. Well, why shouldn't it reel a bit?

Çünkü zaten iÅŸlerini zekice yapacaklarsa genel bir fikirleri olmak zorundayd?, ancak toplumun iyi ve mutlu üyeleri olacaklarsa ne kadar az bilirlerse o kadar iyi olurdu.

I thought we'd be more . . . More together here -- with nothing but the sea and the moon. More together than in that crowd, or even in my room. Don't you understand that?

Everyone belongs to everyone else, after all.

Every one works for every one else. We can't do without any one…

We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves.

Nunca tente compartilhar suas alegrias. As pessoas são solidárias na dor, mas não no prazer.

Huxley was fascinated by the fact that 'the same person is simultaneously a mass of atoms, a physiology, a mind, an object with a shape that can be painted, a cog in the economic machine, a voter, a lover etc'

But I do," he insisted. "It makes me feel as though . . ." he hesitated, searching for words with which to express himself, "as though I were more me, if you see what I mean. More on my own, not so completely a part of something else. Not just a cell in the social body. Doesn't it make you feel like that, Lenina?" But

I thought I would stand myself a little dinner. I hadn't quite enough sense to know that what I really wanted was human companions. There aren't such things. Every man is eternally alone. But when you get mixed up with a fairly decent crowd, you forget that appalling fact for long enough to give your brain time to recover from the acute symptoms of its disease - that of thinking.

I hadn't quite enough sense to know that what I really wanted was human companions. There aren't such things. Every man is eternally alone. But when you get mixed up with a fairly decent crowd, you forget that appalling fact for long enough to give your brain time to recover from the acute symptoms of its disease -that of thinking.

The Victrola, the Movies, a lecture: such are the three American alternatives to Silence, Scandal and Squabble. Or else, get drunk. America knows no other devices to enable its inhabitants to endure either their own company or that of their fellow-creatures.

Geese were orderly beings, with principles and systems, whose existence denied all superiority of individual over individual of the same species (176).

Aquel hombre para el que todos en aquel pueblo vivían, se movía siempre en una burbuja de vacío. Como si un precepto tácito ordenara al mundo que lo dejaran vivir solo.