Quotes About Tribe

warriors. "So will I," mewed Dustpelt.

warrior name.

I feel sorry for ThunderClan, stuck with you as leader, when every cat knows the bad blood you've inherited.

What the Tribe needs is the warrior code, and we're going to teach it to them!

Yet I see the truth now. Fireheart, you are the fire who will save ThunderClan.

As a senior warrior, I sleep in the center of the group, where it's warmest.

Oh, that's okay, Graystripe. Actually . . ." Flipclaw hesitated for a moment, looking slightly ashamed of himself. "I've decided to go back to ThunderClan," he admitted at last.

Even Ashfur, who was turning out to be a real pain in the tail, would be a brave and fierce fighter in defense of ThunderClan.

Stoneteller.

mean we're going to leave him here?" "No, it doesn't." Brambleclaw sounded determined. "These are not our warrior ancestors. StarClan has nothing to do with this Tribe. But we can't get him out by fighting, so we'll have to do it another way.

journalists (another tribe adept at misremembering the past)

I believe that human beings are desperate, always, to belong to something larger than themselves.

Belonging has always been a fundamental driver of humankind.

Every animal is fundamentally a band, a pack.

Orice gândire este deja un trib, opusul unui stat.

the Karens of Burma

yet he [Levon] somehow sings with the wounded humanity of a man without a tribe, a man who has known both love and grief and understands that one is the price of the other.

A tribe is a group of people connected to one another, connected to a leader, and connected to an idea. For millions of years, human beings have been part of one tribe or another. A group needs only two things to be a tribe: a shared interest and a way to communicate.

Thus, the benefit of travel and open-mindedness: one can find one's own tribe.

In those days, I still enjoyed a child's desperate tendency to put sparkles on my whole tribe.

Any nod on serious hallucinogens can become sagelike, and suddenly the group resembles some Bedouin tribe weary with ancient desert wisdom looking down on the scorpion-stung interloper whose tongue is slowly swelling his throat shut.

The honey guide leads a Masai tribesperson to a beehive. The bird waits for him or her to scatter the bees and take the honey. Then the bird feasts on the honeycomb.

This bird is called a honey guide. It's both a friend and a helper to the Masai (muh-SI) people, an African tribe known for their fierce fighting skills and bravery.

Willa was confounded. Millennials she thought she knew: the overmothered cyborgs helplessly sunk in their virtual worlds. From what planet came this new, slightly feral tribe of fixers, makers, and barterers, she had no idea.