Quotes About Sharing

But every one belongs to every one else.

Everyone belongs to everyone else, after all.

Nunca tente compartilhar suas alegrias. As pessoas são solidárias na dor, mas não no prazer.

hay cosas que dichas duelen a quien las escucha y no sanan a quien las comparte

Por qué nos costará tanto decir las cosas en esta familia?», quiero decirle. «¿Por qué se nos da tan mal compartir lo que sale mal? ¿Es vergüenza? ¿Es miedo? ¿Qué es?»

Your memories become fantasies if they are not shared, and your life in all its triviality becomes a legend.

No estás jodido verdaderamente mientras tengas una buena historia a cuestas y alguien a quién contársela.

Col tempo iniziò a concedersi un piacere che prima si era sempre negato: a coloro che andavano a trovarlo, raccontava dei suoi viaggi. Ascoltandolo, la gente di Lavilledieu imparava il mondo e i bambini scoprivano cos'era la meraviglia. Lui raccontava piano, guardando nell'aria cose che gli altri non vedevano.

If you're able to, you should share your experiences so that people out there can say, "I'm not alone. There's somebody else going through the same thing, and they're bearing up well. Maybe I can also." If that's a way for you to inspire people, then there is a lot of merit in that.

You'd think the homeless would despise the rest of us, but it seems the thing they want to do most is talk. If only they could sit us down and let it all spill out - every twist of their history, down to the last murmur - then they'd be cured.

We are born to talk to other people, ... we are born to be sociable and to sit together with others in the shade of the acacia tree and talk about things that happened the day before. We were not born to sit in kitchens by ourselves, with nobody to chat to. Mma Ramotswe

She had to tell somebody, and Matthew would do. He would not be particularly interested, she knew, but she would tell him anyway. She had to share her joy, as Lou knew that joy unshared was a halved emotion, just as sadness and loss, when borne alone, were often doubled.

The sharing of a book is a statement—a message of affection that is also an act of self-revelation. Join my club, it says. Come and sit beside me.

It was another of Mma Makutsi's odd statements—utterly unfounded in fact, Mma Ramotswe suspected, but not a point that she wished to argue. As far as she was concerned, if a chair was empty, then anybody should be welcome to sit in it. We should share our chairs, she felt. Maybe that was the real problem with the modern world—not enough of us were prepared to share our chairs.

We should be happy when people have chairs," he admonished. "We should be happy, even if we do not have a chair ourselves.

Everybody wanted to look after the world, but nobody wanted to give up anything they already had.

It would be wonderful, she thought, to write a book which would help other people.

I promise to share all my worldly goods-including letters, parcels and other items of correspondence, opened or unopened.

His particular insight was that we need to be at home; all his concerns with division within ourselves, with the tragic flaws in our nature, with the thwarting of love—all these point to the need that he felt we had within us to locate ourselves in a place we could live in with love, with people with whom we could share.

The hungry men were seen, followed by their valets, roaming the quais and guards' quarters; gleaning from their outside friends all the dinners they could find; for, according to Aramis, in prosperity one should sow meals right and left, in order to harvest some in adversity.

Love opens all channels, while Fear closes them down. Love facilitates sharing, while Fear demands selfishness. Love allows us to be exposed, while Fear insists we be covered. Love provides unconditional acceptance, while fear stipulates requirements. Love enables abundance. Fear chases abundance away.

When you speak the gospel, you share "the power of God for salvation to everyone who believes." Sharing the gospel is like walking around in a thunderstorm and handing out lightning rods. You don't know when the lightning will strike or who it will strike, but you know what it will strike—the lightning rod of the gospel. And when it does, that person's lightning rod will be charged with the power of God and he or she will believe.

Growth of what? For whom? At what cost? Paid by whom? What is the real need here, and what is the most direct and efficient way for those who have that need to satisfy it? How much is enough? What are the obligations to share?

sometimes God gives us things we don't need. And the best of the gifts He gives us is someone to share all the silly and grand, frivolous and spectacular—" Betty nodded solemnly. "—sad and heartbreaking—" Bonnie's grip tightened on Cora's fingers. "—joyous and exquisite moments of our lives.