Quotes About Community

The Holy Spirit makes a man a Christian, and if he is a Christian through the work of the Holy Spirit, that same Spirit draws him to other Christians in the church. An individual Christian is not Christian at all.

There is no joy equal to that of being able to work for all humanity and doing what you're doing well.

Cooperen por encima de todo y no se impidan avanzar entre sí ni traten de ganar a costa de alguien más. Cualquier éxito disparejo, será pasajero.

The reason I could never be an atheist is because when they get together they have literally nothing to talk about.

Loneliness was not a matter of solitude but of the spirit and often much greater in company for that very reason.

She had found that her fellow students were friendliest when they were about to borrow money from her. In

When women are educated, the world is a better place.

But how did you convince people to come out of hiding when hiding was all they had known?

In the distance a wolf howls. Let it come, I think. Beast will most likely simply howl back, and the creature will either turn tail and run or fall into line behind him, like the rest of us have.

As far as I can tell, it doesn't make any difference to adults how clever children are. They always stick together. Unless you are sick or dying or mortally wounded, they will always side with the other adult.

A real New Yorker likes the sound of a garbage truck in the morning.

The goal of society constituted in this way is consequently the common good, which is superior to the proper good of each individual, despite what individualism claims. The common good, nevertheless, ought not to absorb the proper good as communism claims. "The common good of the multitude is greater and more divine than that of an individual" (De Regno, Ch. IX). It is peace, the tranquility of order in the city or the nation.

A number of years ago, I heard Rabbi Wolpe tell a story of a man asking God when God would send someone to save their city. God replied I did. I sent you. What is this story? and who was talking to God?

No woman is required to build the world by destroying herself.

I wonder whether there is such a thing as a sense of individuality. Is it all a facade, covering a deep need to belong? Are we simply pack animals desperately trying to pretend we are not?

How can I expect readers to know who I am if I do not tell them about my family, my friends, the relationships in my life? Who am I if not where I fit in the world, where I fit in the lives of the people dear to me?

What is the purpose of a city if not to grant the greatest of gifts, anonymity?

Like all cities, Beirut has many layers, and I had been familiar with one or two. What I was introduced to that day with Ali and Kamal was the Beirut of its people. You take different groups, put them on top of each other, simmer for a thousand years, keep adding more and more strange tribes, simmer for another few thousand years, salt and pepper with religion, and what you get is a delightful mess of a stew that still tastes delectable and exotic, no matter how many times you partake of it.

Is life less thrilling if your neighbors are rational, if they don't bomb your power stations whenever they feel you need to be admonished? Is it less rousing if they don't rattle your windows and nerves with indiscriminate sonic booms just because they can?

the need to belong to a party, any party, is greater than the fear of appearing stupid once again,

Unlike the main streets that cut the city with a butcher's cleaver, this ancient one wiggles its hips quite a bit. It negotiates with the neighborhood, it haggles, gives and takes; rarely is it straight, it is intrinsic.

Every Beiruti of a certain age has learned that on leaving for a walk you should never be too sure of returning home, not only because something might happen to you personally, but also because your home might cease to exist.

Never has my city been welcoming of the unpaired or the impaired.

The story of the king is the story of the people, and unfortunately, to this day, no king has learned that lesson.