Quotes About Sharing

Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can No need for greed or hunger A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people sharing all the world

The reason there's so much ignorance is that those who have it are so eager to share it.

The fact that I can plant a seed and it becomes a flower, share a bit of knowledge and it becomes another's, smile at someone and receive a smile in return, are to me continual spiritual exercises.

There are scores of people waiting for someone just like us to come along; people who will appreciate our compassion, our encouragement, who will need our unique talents. Someone who will live a happier life merely because we took the time to share what we had to give.

It's not enough to have lived. We should be determined to live for something. May I suggest that it be creating joy for others, sharing what we have for the betterment of personkind, bringing hope to the lost and love to the lonely.

A writer writes not because he is educated but because he is driven by the need to communicate. Behind the need to communicate is the need to share. Behind the need to share is the need to be understood. The writer wants to be understood much more than he wants to be respected or praised or even loved. And that perhaps, is what makes him different from others.

My piece of bread only belongs to me when I know that everyone else has a share, and that no one starves while I eat.

The Indians, they don't reveal nothin less they have a reason behind it. They believe a feller that shares, gives away some of his power.

Perhaps you met so that you could receive some information that will extend your journey here. And doesn't it follow that perhaps you have some information for him as well?

He, who learns, teaches. ~ Ethiopian Proverb

A friend is someone you share the path with. ~ African Proverb

I should try to pass along the good that has happened to me. That's my responsibility as being part of this planet.

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Sitting with her on Sunday evening — a wet Sunday evening — the very time of all others when if a friend is at hand the heart must be opened, and every thing told…

He must tell his own story.' 'But he will tell only half of it.' 'A quarter would be enough.

Abbiamo tutti voglia di insegnare agli altri, anche se siamo solo in grado di insegnare soltanto quello che non vale la pena di sapere.

Ninguna de las dos tiene nada que contar; tú porque no comunicas nada, y yo porque nada escondo.

We have neither of us any thing to tell; you, because you do not communicate, and I, because I conceal nothing.

Just tell people stories, try and find out who they are, try and find something that links you with them.

We're lucky we don't have to share. Lots of people have to—you told me so yourself." "Share?" Gittel had looked appalled. Chaim remembered the face she'd made at the time, adding, "Papa, we have so little, how could we possibly share?" He'd looked at her, shook his head. "Many people have far less, and that you must never forget.

You want to tell this story, perhaps now you will.

I see you looking at my cookies,' my father said to Morelli. 'Don't even think about it. Go get your own cookies.

How many people ask you to come share their life?

We get all the bad dreams, ese, she said, stroking my wet cheek with the palm of her hand. We got to leave some for somebody else.