Nothing in Man is either worse or better for being shared with the beasts.
What a lonely species we are, searching for signals of life from other galaxies, adopting companion animals, visiting parks and zoos to commune with other beasts. In the process, we discover our shared identity.
I love hearing stories, telling stories, sharing stories. I've shared 37,000 on the Oprah show! Every day I was like the town crier.
Government can contribute to a shared sense of purpose on the part of the citizenry; that's its highest and best application.
There should be a Transatlantic renaissance between the US and Europe based on shared prosperity, security, and values.
Happiness is a sunbeam which may pass through a thousand bosoms without losing a particle of its original ray; nay, when it strikes on a kindred heart, like the converged light on a mirror, it reflects itself with redoubled brightness. It is not perfected till it is shared.
In times past there were rituals of passage that conducted a boy into manhood, where other men passed along the wisdom and responsibilities that needed to be shared. But today we have no rituals. We are not conducted into manhood; we simply find ourselves there.
Shared leadership. . . is less like a an orchestra, where the conductor is always in charge, and more like a jazz band, where leadership is passed around. . . depending on what the music demands at the moment and who feels most moved by the spirit to express the music.
The greatest leaders mobilize others by coalescing people around a shared vision.
Every social justice movement that I know of has come out of people sitting in small groups, telling their life stories, and discovering that other people have shared similar experiences.
What's compelling about the story and what's very honest about the story is that it's very real and it's happening. There are 200,000 women in active duty, and over 40% of them are moms. This experience is shared by thousands of women, and no one is right or wrong.
Any enjoyment is weakened when shared.
Despair shows us the limit of our imagination. Imaginations shared create collaboration, collaboration creates community, and community inspires social change.
Our relationship, our shared support, our consistency, is unrivaled by any other connection.
A country, after all, is not something you build as the pharaohs built the pyramids, and then leave standing there to defy eternity. A country is something that is built every day out of certain basic shared values.
Perhaps writers should never be allowed to get together in a workplace context. It's not like studying computer science, after all. The emotions are at large, and are shared and are questioned. There is a vulnerability.
There is seemingly so little love shared in this world, it is not surprising that we ask, "Where have all the lovers gone?" Since love is the most vital energy for good that is within our power to utilize, it is puzzling why we so seldom do so. Love is just a useless, abstract idea until we put it into action. . . unless we are always actively living in love, we are not utilizing the greatest gift we have been given and which we, in turn, have to offer.
We shared the smile of recognizing ourselves in each other.
. . . nothing broke my heart like the slow death of a shared joke that had once seemed genuinely funny.
My communism attempts basically to create a shared society, that's all; a shared society in which individuality will flourish, along with love, and along with mutual respect.