Quotes About Homelessness

As a veteran myself, I care a great deal about the quality of life of our Missouri veterans, and no veteran should ever be without a home.

Although AmeriCorps is making a difference among its participants and the people they serve, we must address homelessness and the need for job training among our veterans.

We have a moral responsibility to help veterans avoid homelessness and displacement.

People don't realize how many of the homeless are single moms, and a lot of veterans, and people with mental illness.

What shocks me is that so many people leave care and become homeless, and when you're homeless you get into crime, prostitution and drugs, and it is a vicious circle. That's what we need to change.

A great foster parent can end the cycle of abuse and neglect, and impact not just the foster child's life, but also that child's future children's lives, the lives of people who would otherwise be victims of a lost foster child's crimes, and help end human trafficking and homelessness.

I'm not so sure that people consider homelessness to be as important as, say, the Vietnam War. One should never even try to equate them because, of course, they're tragedies on both sides of the coin.

Just bought dinner for a homeless man. I've never felt more appreciation from a stranger in my entire life. My heart is happy.

Like the homeless, refugees are living embodiments of a disturbing possibility: that human privileges are quite fragile, that one's home, family, and nation are one catastrophe away from being destroyed.

Say this city has ten million souls, Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes: Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us. Once we had a country and we thought it fair, Look in the atlas and you'll find it there: We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.

Say this city has ten million souls, Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes: Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us.

The number of homeless in America couldn't touch the number of Americans who had homes and families and hated the whole thing.

Homeless people bear God's image too.

Eros is] far from being delicate and beautiful, as most people think; on the contrary it is crude and harsh, it walks barefooted, it is homeless, it always sleeps on the floor, on a hard surface, it sleeps outside at night, beside doors and pathways. . . it is always in a state of need.

I hope that global warming will go away. I hope that people won't be homeless. I hope that suffering will not exist. I want to believe that my hope is not in vain. I want to believe that even though I hope for things that are so magnanimous, I am not a bad person because what I really want to believe in is purely selfish. I want to believe there is somebody out there just for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody.

I hope that global warming will go away. I hope that people won't be homeless. I hope that suffering will not exist. I want to believe that my hope is not in vain.

They spent billions on the problem, with no effect other than to greatly enrich their friends and create more homeless people.

The face of America's eviction epidemic is a mom with kids.

By adopting a wonderful mutt, you'll save a life and help reduce animal homelessness while also boosting your chances of a more robust new furry friend, as mixed-breed dogs have demonstrated better health and longer life spans than their purebred cousins.

Being unhoused in America must no longer be viewed as an individual shortcoming, but rather as an unacceptable, life-threatening policy failure.

If I cannot address the issue of visible homelessness and abject poverty on the streets of this community, I will not get re-elected in four years.

back to the USA where there is honor and integrity and Lord knows what else, I thought. I got confused. President Bush and Clarence Thomas and antiabortion and AIDS and Duke and crack and homelessness. And everywhere, MTV, cartoons ads, magazines--just war and sexism and violence. In Mexico, at least a can of cement falls off a scaffold on your head, no Uzis or anything personal.

When the elevator doors open there is only one other person inside it, a homeless man with electric blue sunglasses and six plastic grocery bags filled with rags. Close the doors, dammit, he yells as soon as we step inside. Can't you see I'm blind? [...] From the back, the homeless man shoves between us, his bounty rustling in his arms. Stop yelling, he shouts. though we stand in utter silence. Can't you tell that I'm deaf?

The guy I thought was right, turned out to be wrong. He decided in his heart, I did not belong. I thought homeless was bad enough. But heartless thats ruination.