Quotes About Homelessness

Sin dinero. Sin lugar para quedarse. Debe ser mi peor pesadilla. Pero no me importa. Es gracioso pensar en las cosas que crees temer, hasta que te suceden y luego ya no es así.

I've been fighting for my life before and sleeping in cars and trying to find a place to lay my head. I've had situations where I've had nowhere to go. This is the easy part. I overcame life.

When Tupac turned thirteen, we were homeless on that day. His theater club gave him a party. Sometimes I do wonder that if I hadn't gone on with fool-heartedness, my son would have had an easier transition into this life. But at least I was able to keep art there. Otherwise he would've had no way to get his feelings out.

At last count, in 2017, there were almost sixty thousand homeless people in Los Angeles.

This 'investigative' report just shows that homelessness is a problem. Not sure what the library has to do with it." Another commenter wrote, "I have news for everyone: This stuff doesn't just happen at the library. Welcome to L.A.

En los distritos no tenemos hospitales de verdad, morimos en casa, lo que me resulta una perspectiva mucho más deseable que lo que tengo delante. Entonces recuerdo que muchas de estas personas habrán perdido sus hogares en los bombardeos.

Many are still out on the street, trying to find shelter for the night. Those who live in the choice apartments of the inner city have not flung open their doors to house the displaced. On the contrary, most of them bolted their locks, drew their shutters, and pretended to be out.

When you have your own people fleeing their homes it's not because they found a job somewhere else... then you have something to fix in your country.

I didn't mean to be a songwriter; I just was writing for fun, you have all day to do it. I was homeless so that's all I had to do.

Let your love be the kindness to make a homeless person believe that a soul needs something more than just four walls and a ceiling.

Homeless as he had been,-continually changing his whereabout,and,therefore,responsible neither to public opinion nor to individuals,-putting off one exterior, and snatching up another, to be soon shifted for a third,-he had never violated the innermost man but had carried his conscience along with him.

When I get down to my last dime I'll just walk over to skid row. There are some real weirdos down there. They're everywhere.

I wasn't sleeping on the streets at night. Of course, there were a lot of good people sleeping in the streets. They weren't fools, they just didn't fit into the needed machinery of the moment. And those needs kept altering.

You could sit in there all day drinking coffee and they never asked you to leave no matter how bad you looked. They just asked the bums not to bring their wine and drink it there. Places like that gave you hope when there wasn´t much hope.

The bums were better dressed, younger, but just as listless. They sat around on the window ledges, hunched forward, getting warm in the sun and drinking the free coffee that W.F.I. offered. There was no cream and sugar, but it was free.

we each at times should remember the most elevated and lucky moment of our lives. for me it was being a very young man and sleeping penniless and friendless upon a park bench in a strange city which doesn't say much for all those many decades which followed.

Of course, there were a lot of good people sleeping in the streets. They weren't fools, they just didn't fit into the needed machinery of the moment. And those needs kept altering. It was a grim set-up and if you found yourself sleeping in your own bed at night, that alone was a precious victory over the forces.

Then a homeless man with a dog approached us and put his hand out. This happens to be something that I have a real problem with: homeless people with pets who approach you for food when they have a perfectly delicious dog standing right there?

A homeless man with a dog approached us and put his hand out. This happens to be something I have a real problem with: homeless people with pets who approach you for food. How can they have the nerve to beg for food when they have a perfectly delicious dog standing right there? I didn't care if this guy understood English or not. Tell me when you're out of dog, buddy. Then we can talk about splitting a falafel.

I'm not sure I can think of anything sadder than a homeless person with a homeless dog.

My sister has a non-profit organization called Mission Change. It helps the homeless and kids.

Why go for a costly, sickly, mass-produced purebred when shelters are full of one-of-a-kind mixed breeds who are literally dying for a home?

In June 2010, I moved out of my apartment and I have been mostly homeless ever since, off and on. I just live in Airbnb apartments and I check in every week in different homes in San Francisco.

Homelessness has been recharacterized as streetlessness. Not the poor deprived of homes, but the homed being deprived of their streets.