Quotes About Unity

Maybe we should go along, Shane said. Strength in numbers, man. Michael smiled at Eve and shook his head. After she bitch-slapped the Founder? Not a good idea.

I felt I should repeat it for the other slipper, in case there should be any bad feelings between the two. One should never create tension between one's footwear.

Books spoke mind to mind, soul to soul across the abyss of time and distance.

We can be lonely together

I'm all right, Nic, Wolfe said, and finally looked at him. We walked through the dungeons under Rome, survived Philadelphia, and this perfumed cage won't bring us to our knees. We're all stronger than that. All right, Santi said. But don't ask me to stop standing next to you. Because you know I will, however much you shout about it.

Only as equals can we keep the peace. It is not in our nature, but it is the only way to survive.

I'll be your hands.

Let houses burn, as long as you are together. Nothing else matters but love.

Are you high?" Michael asked him, in a totally colorless voice. Myrnin blinked, and looked at Claire for help. "He means, are you on drugs." "Well, obviously." "More than usual?" "Oh. No, no, just the usual doses. And where is Shreve?" "Eve," they all said in unison, and exchanged a look.

Shane and Claire quickly moved to stand back to back. So did Eve and Michael. Among the four of them, they were covering every angle. "Lurking isn't answering," Shane said. "Oliver? Little help?" Instead, one of the shapes stepped forward into the light. Morley. Claire felt relieved, and annoyed. Of course it was Morley. Why had she ever doubted it? He was the champion lurker of all time.

People put together big movements on the internet. They help each other. Strangers help strangers. It isn't all bad.

the chaos of the world that counted people as different levels of worthy, the Library served all equally. All genders, races, levels of ability. It was the one place they could all be safe.

Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life.

I like to define biology as the history of the earth and all its life — past, present, and future. To understand biology is to understand that all life is linked to the earth from which it came; it is to understand that the stream of life, flowing out of the dim past into the uncertain future, is in reality a unified force, though composed of an infinite number and variety of separate lives.

But man is part of nature, and his war against nature is inevitably a war against himself.

The mosh pit will reveal all the answers. The mosh pit never lies. -Norah, Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist

There's no such thing as a soulmate...and who would want there to be? I don't want half of a shared soul. I want my own damn soul.

The best is when we all go at once, like an army of interrelated popcorn zombies who laugh the same laughs and gasp the same gasps and aren't so germ-phobic with each other that we won't share a ginormous Coke with one straw. Family is useful like that.

With what you were talking about before. The world being broken. Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we're the pieces. Nick says. Maybe, Nick says, what we're supposed to do is come together. That's how we stop the breaking.

That's what I like about sports. No matter if everyone playing the game speaks completely different languages, on the field, or the court, wherever they are playing, the language of moves and passes and scores is all the same. Universal.

One part of Judaism called tikkum olam. It says that the world has been broken into pieces. All this chaos, all this discord. And our job – everyone's job – is to try to put the pieces back together. To make things whole again ... Maybe we're the pieces. Maybe what we're supposed to do is come together. That's how we stop the breaking.

We will go Awful and die together. But we will do it as free Betas. Not as puppets of the humans.

The mosh pit will reveal all the answers. The mosh pit never lies.

Kent State by Deborah Wiles