Quotes About Tribe

If the desire to have children is just a way to build some noisy tribe of distraction around oneself, then I'd rather be alone.

Human beings seem to have a need to attribute a sacred, or at least quasi-sacred, character to their political bodies, their rulers, and the actions of those entities. One tragic but frequent result is the sacralization of one's own people, whether nation, race, or tribe, and the demonization of the other. Out of such religion comes a culture of hatred and even violence

Run, Torak! The bear...is...possessed...

Michelle Paver

Maar wie zijn wij om vragen te stellen over de wijze waarop de Hertenstam met de dingen omgaat?' zei ze net zo uit de hoogte als Durrain. Hij grijnsde breed. 'Ja, dat zou een dom lid van de Ravenstam zoals jij niet moeten doen.' Ze gaf hem een por in zijn ribben.

Tot zijn verbazing schoot Renn een pijl af, en even later plofte een sneeuwhoen op het mos neer. Toraks mond viel open. 'Hoe deed je dat?' Renn bloosde. 'Nou ja, ik oefen veel.' 'Maar... Ik heb nog nooit iemand zo goed zien schieten. Ben je de beste schutter van je stam?' Ze keek niet erg op haar gemak. 'Is er iemand die beter is?' 'Eh, niet echt.

Men who have died in battle are rarely good to look upon. No matter how splendid their appearance at the apex of heroism, when the soul has fled it takes all grace and beauty with it. Bowels empty, mouths gape, bellies swell, dead eyes gleam fish-belly white. Nothing visible remains of glory. In the tents of death all men belong to the same tribe.

There was a woman whose body was swollen up with child, and she got stuck in the log. After that, no one could get through, and that is why the Kiowas are a small tribe in number.

Blood for life. Life for life. Changeling justice.

We became a tribe recalling the founding two. Ducked in thru a door, we ate food from Reunion, island in an ocean some- where, we forgot which, ducked in, not a trace of them there. . . We clutched bodies, rubbed each other's limbs, less in love with skin than the memory of skin, skin's image, all the more extolling skin. . . Sexed insinuance, nixed insistence in retreat. . . Would-be what-if, what if. . . We wanted it back, big promise, portent, apocalypse, urgency, plummet, plunge

There sit our sons", he said, "young, healthy and handsome, the flower of the Xhosa tribe, the pride of our nation. We are here to promise them manhood, but it is an empty promise because we Xhosas and all black South Africans, are a conquered people.

Gossip, unless aimed or honed sharp like a weapon, was natural to human beings. It showed interestin oe's fellows, interest in the well being of the tribe. "Gossip was a way to learn taboos, pass on warnings, share the burden fo being human among many so the onus of bearing it alone would fall on no one person. " Molly said. From an Anna Pigeon Novel

The shocked silence of last night had given way to mutterings which had become resignation, then calm acceptance: Uaithne had killed a Brigannon, yes, had plunged them all into a feud with another tribe that might be the death of them all before spring, but she was also Echraidhe, one of them, their sister, and her madness-if it was madness-was bright and proud and beautiful.

When a woman trespasses amongst the stones of the ancestors, she belongs to the Echraidhe. She becomes Echraidhe. Like horse and herd, she belongs to the tribe. Like me, like you.

The tribe, the tribe, nothing but the tribe. It was all she knew. I just didn't matter to her, in the end. I belonged to the tribe, I was subhuman, won though everything in her heart told her otherwise. How can people do that?" "Perhaps she did what she could to help." "She was my jailer." "She taught you to survive.

You're not mine to give away. You belong to the tribe." "I don't belong to anyone! I'm not a thing to be kept or ordered or driven to such despair that I open my own veins. Look at me, Aoife. Look at me. I'm a woman.

Belonging was not a seer's wyrd.

We had returned to the age of polytheism without realizing it. Which God we worshipped depended on which tribe we belonged to, which wish we prayed granted. Even Reason had become a God to millions over the last century—an omnipotent being of pure science, worshipped by lettered liberals in the organic produce aisles of their local Whole Foods. And Whole Foods Jesus knows there's no such thing as ghosts. Firm in

There's a whiff of the lynch mob or the lemming migration about any over-large concentration of like-minded individuals, no matter how virtuous their cause.

The death of European Christianity means the disappearance of the European tribe, a prospect visible in the demographic statistics of every Western nation.

As the psychologist Steven Pinker puts it, "Exposure to worlds that can be seen only through the eyes of a foreigner, an explorer, or a historian can turn an unquestioned norm ('That's the way it's done') into an explicit observation ('That's what our tribe happens to do now')." This is the point that Herodotus was making when he told the story of the Greeks and the Indians.

So we see according to God's command, almond flowers blossomed on Aaron's staff representing the tribe of Levi amongst the twelve tribes who had placed their staffs; through this it proved to them that the priesthood was given to the house of Aaron by God (Numbers 17:1-10). When Aaron died at the age of 123

I find myself combing the past these days, dreaming dreams without sleep, puzzling over my guys, the gay and the straight and the in-between. Somewhere in there is a horror of love, and to try to kill the beast in them, they take it out on us. Which is not to say I don't chastise myself for halving the world into us and them. I know that the good guys aren't all gay, or the bad all straight. That is what I am sifting for, to know what a man is finally, no matter the tribe or gender.

These two laws in particular were central to Jewish identity in Paul's day. They had become social badges of honor to distinguish Jews from Gentiles, something concrete to hang on to amid the persistent religious chaos introduced by centuries of Greek and Roman ways. That's why I wear my Yankees jersey in Phillies country. I do it, at great risk to myself, to let the world—the world, mind you—know that I am different. I belong to another tribe. I am special.