sharing Quotes

“I learned at a young age that people were happy when I asked them about themselves, and I listened and retained the things they told me. I found that by sharing my personal experiences, like through my blog, we’re not alone - that the most shameful, personal, specific things you’re going through are actually universal. You can laugh about it. I want to make a contribution that matters, and I want to be as vulnerable and raw as possible so other people feel less alone. I want to make people happy and make them laugh - even if it’s at my own expense.”

″Have something to bring to the table, because that will make you more welcome.″

“Whatever food or water they found was shared equally among all of them. When the smaller boys grew too tired to walk, the older boys took turns carrying them on their backs.”

“Practice sharing the fullness of your being, your best self, your enthusiasm, your vitality, your spirit, your trust, your openness, above all, your presence. Share it with yourself, with your family, with the world.”

“This hour I tell things in confidence, I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.”

“Now it was time for him to move out. She wasn’t there, so he must go for both of them. It was up to him to pay back to the world in beauty and caring what Leslie had loaned him in vision and strength. ‘As for the terrors ahead—for he did not fool himself that they were all behind him—well, you just have to stand up to your fear and not let it squeeze you white. Right, Leslie?’ ‘Right.‘”

“This is so because a shared pain is no longer paralyzing but mobilizing, when understood as a way to liberation.”

“A minister is not a doctor whose primary task is to take away pain. Rather, he deepens the pain to a level where it can be shared. ”

“She loses not only her mother but also the encouragement and revalidation of the self she needs as well as the real sharing she would want to do with her mother at that time.”

“Sharing tales of those we’ve lost is how we keep from really losing them.”

“If you take in someone else’s poison – thinking you can cure them by sharing it – you will instead store it within you.”

“The charitable say in effect, ‘I seem to have more than I need and you seem to have less than you need. I would like to share my excess with you.’ Fine, if my excess is tangible, money or goods, and fine if not, for I learned that to be charitable with gestures and words can bring enormous joy and repair injured feelings.”

“I gotta think about that. We was always gonna do it by ourselves.”

“What’s mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.”

“Men give away nothing as so liberally as their advice.”

“The real secret of happiness is not what you give or what you receive, it’s what you share.”

“If endless love was a dream, then it was a dream we all shared, even more than we all shared the dream of never dying or of traveling through time, and if anything set me apart it was not my impulses but my stubbornness, my willingness to take the dream past what had been agreed upon as the reasonable limits, to declare that this dream was not a feverish trick of the mind but was an actuality at least as real as that other, thinner, more unhappy illusion we call normal life.”

“Lilly had a new pair of movie star sunglasses, complete with glittery diamonds and a chain like Mr. Slingers. She had three shiny quarters. And, best of all, she had a brand new purple plastic purse that played a jaunty tune when it was opened.”

Griffin Silk is an uncommon sort of boy, from an uncommon sort of family. The warm, loving home he shares with his father, grandmother and five big sisters (The Rainbow Girls) is marked by the aching absence of his mother and baby sister

“I’ll make you my papa’s special seaweed sandwich. He was a captain, too.”

“Hop aboard! And I think that you’ll find that the moose won’t object. He’s the big-hearted kind!”

When your annoying little brother shares your room, your older brother is in the tunnel of adolescence, your dad hides in his office eating rocky road ice cream and swaying to Frank Sinatra, and your mother listen to foreign language tapes in a candlelit bathtub, what can you do to get away from it all?

“There’s nothing this Puddin’ enjoys more than offering slices of himself to strangers.”

″..how I smack my lips with relish when you bump against my knees, then nuzzle up beside me, chirping, “Eat us if you please!”

“Lyle was always one for sharing.”

“Poor Percy! And poor Percy’s bed! “My bed is too small for all these animals!” then, bump! The cover roll right off the bed and everybody falls onto the floor.”

“Suddenly one of the mice says: “What a strange noise?” Everyone listens hard. Now they can all hear it. Yes there is a noise coming up through the floor. “There’s something moving under the floor” says Percy.”

“Brr”, said Percy. “I think I will need an extra blanket tonight.” He made himself some hot cocoa and got ready for bed. Suddenly, Percy heard a tapping sound. There was somebody at the door.”

“Amy could do everything right, She never tied her shoelaces together, or forgot her umbrella. Amy showed Henry everything she knew, but deep down she wished she didn’t always have to be so perfect.”

“We had secretly hoped that the other would win the prize, so to share it between us was a satisfaction to us both.”

“Anancy walked on, carrying the hoe. He came to a man who was struggling to break palm nuts open with a stone. Anancy gave the man the how to use.”

“It was going to be different, having another boy about. There was a spare room for him to sleep in, but Keith would still have a lot of sharing to do.”

“I thought you were a Parsee and celebrate only the Parsee festivals.” “Oh no, no, no, boy,” cried Mr. Panwallah comically. “What would be the fun of that? And why should I miss the fun of all the Hindu and Muslim festivals? No, no, I believe in sharing everything, enjoying everything. That is why I have so much fun, eh? No gloom for me, eh?”

″.. and shares the lengths to which she must go—for the protection of her family and her legacy—”

“Kestrel watched, proud and full of wonder. Even though she was Bowman’s twin and sometimes felt as close to him as if they shared the same body, she didn’t understand this trick he had of going into people’s feelings. But she loved him for it.”

“The act of going within, finding our truth, and then sharing it, it helps us far more than we know.”

They’ve still got food stocks in the cellar, enough to last them for a very long time. But the problem is they need to be careful about sharing or appearing to not need food, which only advertises that they have it.

This opening up paves the way for another—he can finally open his scarred second eye. As the boy tells his own tale, which, like the wolf’s, reveals the cruelty of human beings, we learn of his gift with animals, from his long desert days upon a camel’s back.

“It was your own tea you put into the umbrella. I know, because I watched you and you never ate anything at all.”

“I’m glad you saw, ‘cos I didn’t take a bit more’n what I could easy have ate; and the five of them’s got colds in their heads, and when I left them they were all howlin’ somethink awful, and I couldn’t bear to go home and tell them everything and them not have a bite as you might say.”

″...but for our sakes dear Susie, who please ourselves with the fancy that we are the only poets- and everyone else is prose, let us hope they will yet be willing to share our humble world and feed upon such ailment as we consent to do!”