Quotes About Sharing

What love had been given her she wished to give to others. Most times they didn't much want it but hounds, horses, cats, and dogs did and they were a gift from the gods, too.

I have found it impossible to talk to anyone about my problems. I couldn't face the embarrassment, and anyway I lack the courage. Any courage I had was knocked out of me when I was young. But now, all of sudden I have a sort of desperate wish to tell everything to somebody.

Hey!' Bruno called out 'Give me the rest of that banana I was eating.

dare she, he seemed to be saying with each rip of a page, how dare she enjoy reading books when he couldn't? How dare she? 'That's a library book!' Matilda cried. 'It doesn't belong to me! I have to return

When Jesus tells the man that there are rewards for him, he's promising the man that receiving the peace of God now, finding gratitude for what he does have, and sharing it with those who need it will create in him all the more capacity for joy in the world to come.

But things were not money, any more than water shared was growing-closer. Money was an idea, as abstract as an Old One's thoughts—money was a great structured symbol for balancing and healing and growing closer.

Sometimes a secret kept causes pain for one," I said. "And a secret shared causes pain for two.

You're a very wise man. Thank you." He spread his hands. "To possess great wisdom obliges one to share it. Enjoy.

Everything I need to know... I learned in kindergarten.

This is not just storytelling. It is the sharing of personal mythology. It's how we all make sense out of our lives and give its events significance. It parallels the mythmaking of the human race. It is the ritual of remembrance.

En route, Perkins revolutionized insurance sales, replacing the agency system with branch offices, and offered employees profit sharing.

I learned, then, beyond question, that if all the property in the world were distributed, and an equal share given to everyone, the bulk of mankind would soon be destitute, and a few would have everything.

Maybe raising children was just giving them the things you loved most in the world and hoping that they loved them too.

You say their stories, it is gift they give you.

Confía tu secreto al viento, pero luego no le reproches que se lo cuente a los árboles.

Pasarele pe carare/Ce se dau in scaldatoare./Iaca vine si-un craiete/Ca sa bea si el cu ele,/Dar sa vezi ce zarva mare,/Se scufunda si dispare.

Come up here. Tell us your story.

The intense desire to talk with someone, sharp as any pain; this was what people meant when they talked about love. Or rather; this was what Sax would acknowledge to be love. Just the super-heightened desire to share thoughts. That alone.

That was how humans knew each other. Tiny fractions of their lives intersected or were known in any way to anybody else. It was much like living alone in the universe. Which was strange. A justification for living with friends, for marrying, for sharing rooms and lives as much as possible. Not that this made people truly intimate; but it reduced the sensation of solitude.

No happiness but in virtue. No, that wasn't true. Each part of the triune brain has its own happiness. Lizard in the sun, mammal on the hunt, human doing something good. What's good is good for the land. So when you worked as if on the hunt, in light and warmth, at making a landscape--some place for people to live in for ages to come--then you were triunely happy. Surely that should be enough. But then you wanted to share it. Just so there would be someone to be pleased together with.

When everyone was seated they took up the water pitchers and poured each other's water

han lå ute om natten og spiste intet uten som litt multebær som hans bærer sanket i sin lue. Den fjerde dag lot Mack Svend vægter og en mand med ham gå ut i myrene med megen god mat til den fremmede ænglender.

Would they no' wonder why we share a last name? Thank your sister Nix for that. You could have told them we were siblings! Like they'd believe that! When you're always seducing me with your eyes. I'm not—I never!

came to eat the corn too, so in a short time there