Quotes About Homelessness

They are safe but they are not in their homes. They are city-less. I think it's just a disaster for everyone.

The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head.

And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.

I was brought up as an only child, and we were very close. But when I was 14, we got evicted. We came home to a padlock, and I looked up at my mom and she was crying, and there was nothing to do.

As long as children are still getting kicked out of their homes by parents, getting bullied, commuting suicide, et cetera. it's definitely still worth talking about.

There's this thing called freebasing. It's not free, it costs you your home. It should be called 'homebasing'.

if the people who called themselves Christians behaved like Christians, there wouldn't be any people sleeping in the street.

Acceptable food rots while we are chased from bins behind restaurants, chased from sleeping on the street, chased from relieving ourselves unless we pay for food or gas, until finally we are so hungry, sleepless, smelly, constipated and beaten-down that we simply die of lack of will to live.

I began to appreciate myself more by breaking the rules. I was putting myself in charge of why I was not going home, so having no home didn't hurt the way pain does when you have no control.

For those who belong nowhere, and for those who belong to one place too much to belong anywhere else.

Is this what real homelessness is like? Not just a particular set of roof and walls gone, but a sense of the death of companionship?

Rough sleepers have a life expectancy of forty-two years. They are thirty-five times more likely to commit suicide than the rest of the population. In

Our health care system squanders money because it is designed to react to emergencies. Homeless shelters, hospital emergency rooms, jails, prisons - these are expensive and ineffective ways to intervene and there are people who clearly profit from this cycle of continued suffering.

As an immigrant, I truly believed when I was coming to this country that people had the tools necessary to life to live a life that is prosperous, that is just and free. So, every single day, I am shocked with the hypocrisy of this country. That we are the wealthiest nation in the world. But we cannot figure out how to house our homeless people.

We cannot just say there is a homelessness crisis in San Francisco and continue moving at our normal pace.

Think about it: if the world could see how much adoption means from a cat's point of view, shelters would be empty.

How can we expect students to succeed when they're worried about where they'll sleep, what they'll eat, and how they'll connect to the classroom?

You lose your home, you lose your community, you lose your school, you lose your stuff.

There is no planning in a life of fighting to keep a roof over your head. It's pure survival.

I can't understand why someone wouldn't have a degree of sympathy for people that had to flee their country, travel to try and find their home somewhere, and nobody wants them. How could you not be a little bit sympathetic?

Eventually I did that, but it took a lot of twists and turns, and there were a year or two there where I was living with no money at all - no home, no car, no nothing. I was living in somebody's garage in Los Angeles at that point - for a year.

With all those places to live? How come nobody's anywhere?

Women stuff' is the hidden energy behind almost all the justice issues. The movement toward nonviolence and disarmament, the movements that deal with homelessness and refugee problems, with the raping of the earth and its resources, with sexual and physical abuse issues, with the idolatry of profit and the corporation, and with the rejection of the poor will not move beyond the present impasse until the underlying issues of power, prestige, and possessions are exposed for the lie that they are.

I was able to do The Saint of Fort Washington, on the relationship between two homeless men.