Quotes About Unity

we are all trying to get to the same island, whether you swim, fly, surf or skydiving. What matters is when the red light comes on. Jerry Seinfeld to Michael Richards in Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee.

We are all trying to get to the same island, whether you swim, fly, surf or skydiving. What matters is when the red light comes on. - to Michael Richards in Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee.

It was different with you, Leo. In the eyes and ears of my heart, you and the magic are one and the same.

As we approached each other, the noise and the students around us melted away and we were utterly alone, passing, smiling, holding each other's eyes, floors and walls gone, two people in a universe of space and stars.

Some nights, we were a city of two.

So, he said, we ourselves will be the candle flames. He put his hands on his chest. Feel your hearts, how warm they are.

It seemed we were no longer separate, but were one.

Sometimes I try to erase myself. And then, if I've done a good job, I'm erased. I'm nothing. And then the world is free to flow into me like water into an empty bowl. And I see. I hear. But not with eyes and ears. I'm not outside my world anymore, and I'm not really inside it either. The thing is, there's no difference between me and the universe. The boundary is gone. I am it and it is me. I am a stone, a cactus thorn. I am rain.

In the eyes and ears of my heart, you and the magic are one and the same.

And I see. I hear. But not with eyes and ears. I'm not outside my world anymore, and I'm not really inside it either. The thing is, there's no difference anymore between me and the universe. The boundary is gone. I am it and it is me. I am a stone, a cactus thorn. I am rain.

It was a rebellion she led, a rebellion for rather than against.

Let's promise to each other that if we ever meet again we will never plow and push our new-fallen snow. We will not become slush. We will stay like this field and melt away together only in the sun's good time.

For years the strangers among us had passed sullenly in the hallways; now we looked, we nodded, we smiled.

I'm erased. I'm gone. I'm nothing. And then the world is free to flow into me like water into an empty bowl'...'I'm not outside my world anymore, and I'm not really inside it either. The thing is, there's no difference anymore between me and the universe. The boundary is gone. I am it and it is me. I am a stone, a cactus thorn. I am rain...I like that most of all, being rain.

In their beaks they pinched the edges of the town, plucked it up and flew away with it

On the contrary, she is one of us. Most decidedly. She is us more than we are us. She is, I think, who we really are. Or were.

He loved to see them playing with his birthday present. Each thud of a foot said: We're kicking your soccer ball. We like you. You're one of us.

Henry. Whose streak, unlike Beans's, was meek, not mean. Who ran with Beans and Mutto. Who did what they did. But was different.

On the contrary, she is one of us. Most decidedly. She is more than we are us. She is, I think, who we really are. Or were...she's an earthling if there ever was one.' 'So it's not just an act?' said Kevin. 'An act? No. If anybody is acting, it's us.

Don't hate him either. You shouldn't hate anybody ... If you start by hating one or two people, you won't be able to stop. Pretty soon you'll hate a hundred people ... A little hatred goes a long, long way. It grows and grows. And it's hungry. ... You keep feeding it more and more people, and the more it gets, the more it wants. It's never satisfied. And pretty soon it squeezes all the love out of your heart ... and all you'll have left is a hateful heart.

The point is, in a group everybody acts pretty much the same, that's kind of how the group holds itself together.

War became less about machine-gun chatter and spectacular explosions and more about people.

The strength of the Party, as Gavrila explained, lay in its ability to rid itself of those who, like a jammed or crooked wheel on a cart, impeded progress. This self-purging was done at the meetings. It was there that members acquired the necessary toughness.

Brother fought against brother, fathers swung axes against sons in front of their mothers. An invisible force divided people, split families, addled brains. Only the elders remained sane, scurrying from one side to the other, begging the combatants to make peace. They cried in their squeaky voices that there was enough war in the world without starting one in the village.