Quotes About Sharing

They were nice, friendly people, and they invited us to share their fire and drink a cup of rancid butter tea with them.

For maybe this is how poetry can be of use. Though it can't move with us, we can move it between us, pass it among us, so it is held up by our voices, so it moves with our breath, our living breath.

If we don't tell our stories to each other, we lose the opportunity to find what binds us together, as human beings and spiritual beings.

I'm not lying to you," she said, shaking her head. "I really can't do it." "You can and you must," they snapped. "Those stories belong to us. It doesn't matter what language they're in, or what they're about; they belong to us. And we gave them to you without looking at them first. So now it's time to see what we've done.

And there we all were, Miranda, her father, her brother and I, sharing oxygen around a dinner table

Yes, but that's personal preference and our desire to honor what's ours, Day," Hilde said. "I know," said Day. "And I do. But I want to read everything. When it comes to books and who can put things in them and get things out of them, it's all ours. And all theirs too. So we go in, see what books they have, take a few and replace them with a few of ours." "No

It seemed that every time Miranda looked at Eliot he had some of that bread in his mouth—with Luc's champagne marmalade, or mackerel, or honey, or butter.

Since neither of us needs sleep we take night buses, sharing earphones and listening to knitting podcasts. If anyone else on the bus notices anything about us they assume it's because they're drunk. I've

And she told Monste all about it as she poured coffee into vases for them both. (It was true! It was true!)

Having benefited from happy days, should I not share with them the bad days?

4 Los pensamientos se extienden al compartirse, pues no se pueden perder.

5 No hay un dador y un receptor en el sentido en el que el mundo los concibe. 6 Hay un dador que conserva lo que da, y otro que también habrá de dar. 7 Y ambos ganarán en este intercambio, pues cada uno de ellos dispondrá del pensamiento en la forma que le resulte más útil.

I do think it's a very uneven exchange of Christmas presents. You'll eat yours up in a week and have nothing left to show for it by New Year's Day. I'll have mine till the day I die - and die happy in the knowledge that I'm leaving it behind for someone else to love. I shall sprinkle pale pencil marks through it pointing out the best passages to some book-lover yet unborn.

What differentiates us from animals is the fact that we can listen to other people's dreams, fears, joys, sorrows, desires and defeats - and they in turn can listen to ours.

I own 150 books, but I have no bookcase. Because nobody will lend me a bookcase.

I love Christmas. I receive a lot of wonderful presents I can't wait to exchange.

Socially, women are the equals of men, without restrictions. The beings who shine and who bring forth are not made solely to lend or to give the heat of their bodies. It is right that the sum total of work should be shared, reduced and harmonized by their hands. It is just that the fate of humanity should be grounded also in the strength of women.

Although no man can know everything, everyone ought nevertheless to work with a view of enriching the common treasury of knowledge, and in the degree to which he is conscious of this collaboration, the result of his effort will endure and be useful.

There is enough and to spare. The trouble is that, in this mad struggle, we trample in the mire what has been provided in sufficiency for us all; trample it in the mire while we tear and rend each other.

A book lying idle on a shelf is wasted ammunition. Like money, books must be kept in constant circulation... A book is not only a friend, it makes friends for you. When you have possessed a book with mind and spirit, you are enriched. But when you pass it on you are enriched threefold.

Does this sharing raise the risk that confidential information will fall into the wrong hands? Sure, sometimes (although refusing to share information is often a smokescreen for political games). But contrast this with the benefits of having better-informed people all around.

A good judgment is usually the result of experience. And experience is frequently the result of bad judgment. But to learn from the experience of others requires those who have the experience to share the knowledge with those who follow.

Give what you have. To some it may be better than you dare think.

The dog gave the meat to the ass and the ass gave hay to the dog and both went hungry