Quotes About Homeless

New Rule: You're never going to pick up women at a coffee shop pretending to be working on your laptop. You don't look like you're sensitive, you look like you're homeless.The last guy to pick up a chick with an Apple was Adam. And when you sit across from another dateless loser with a laptop, it still doesn't look like you're working--it looks like you're playing Battleship.

some seven hundred thousand Arabs found themselves homeless and stateless, living as refugees in the neighboring Arab countries.

So what, you live with homeless people?" "We have a home. It's just not your normal kind of home with a kitchen and all that stuff but it's still a home.

Io, esule, non ho casa: sono stato gettato via verso l'infinito.

Come in, dear wind, and be our guest You too have neither home nor rest.

Nowhere in the bible did it say, "Only show compassion and empathy to those you can trust." If we did that, we would be burying homeless people every day.

Nowadays they hate for nothin'. You ain't even gotta have nothin'. They hatin' on homeless people and shit. Like, "How he get him another plate? Aw man, hell naw. Fuck that homeless nigga." 2Pac told you muhfuckas will hate you for whatever you do, good or bad. No matter what. So you might as well get used to it.

you can be homeless in your heart, too. You can be empty inside yourself because you have no spiritual center. You can wander through life without any real sense of who you are or where you belong. You can exist without purpose or cause.

I was homeless for a little bit. I was on people's couches, but it was an amazing journey. I got to make people laugh all the way.

I wasn't really living anywhere... I was just kinda hanging out. I would live from week to week in places.

Because we were stranded together and because I stuttered, we read. there is no refuge so private, no asylum more sane. There is no facility of voices captured elsewhere so entire and so marvellous. My tongue was lumpish and fixed, but in reading, silent reading, there was a release, a flight, a wheeling off into the blue spaces of exclamatory experience, diffuse and improbable, gloriously homeless. All that was solid melted into air, all that was air reshaped, and gained plausibility. (p. 43)

I am alienating, alienated and socially homeless . . . I am seven years old.

They really kicked me out? Refunded the tuition and everything. Julie blinked a couple of times coming to grips with this tidbit. So what happens now? I expect you'll be a bum. Homeless and jobless begging on the street for a crust of bread... Kate. Oh, alright, I suppose if you come by the office once in a while I'll give you a sandwich. You can squat in the office on the floor when it gets too cold outside. We can even get you a little blanket to lie on...

You say the sweetest things. And that spaghetti perfume you're wearing is to die for. No hobo could resist. She snarled. Heh.

I'm not telling anyone, 'Quit your job and be homeless to go for your dream.'

I grew up homeless, you know, lived in and out of U-Haul trucks and, you know, apartment houses, friends.

All these people talking about morality should just take a walk downtown. They don't want to go downtown because instantly they see homeless people and they don't want to.

Once, an unkempt, elderly woman came into the pawn shop. She appeared homeless, and she insisted on seeing every piece of expensive jewelry in the store. Just when I was feeling impatient, the woman pointed at the most expensive piece of jewelry and said, 'I'll take that one.' Then she proceeded to pull $4,000 out of her sock to pay for it.

unlove's the heavenless hell and homeless home . . . lovers alone wear sunlight.

Sometimes on just gets tired of fleeing, said Fermín. The world's very small when you don't have anywhere to go.

If we live with possibilities we are exiles from the present which is given us by God to be our own, homeless and displaced in a future or a past which are not ours because they are always beyond our reach. The present is our right place, and we can lay hands on whatever it offers us.

In its timeless capacity to embody the human condition, the vampire is a poignant metaphor describing the psychosocial experience of the pariah - the outsider. The vampire is the Other that used to be human. The diseased, the mentally challenged, the homeless and hungry, ......are all vampires in a way; the other who used to be human, the invisible who casts no reflection among us.

She says this like people are constantly knocking down our door for a nice, dry, warm place to stay, when, in fact, we are the strays.

New York is the one place in the world that actively encourages rudeness, because that's the only way to get past the fake bag carriers, homeless people, newspaper thieves, Jesus freaks, and everyone else who wants something and isn't afraid to ask for it, repeatedly, at close range.