Quotes About Place

Seems to me- Lee said, feeling for the words, seems to me the place you fight cruelty is where you find it, and the place you give help is where you see it needed....

The children will come to no harm. Except for the older ones. Like that poor kid down there. Mr. Scoresby, that is the way this world works. And if you want to put an end to cruelty and injustice, you must take me farther on. I have a job to do. Seems to me— Lee said, feeling for the words, seems to me the place you fight cruelty is where you find it, and the place you give help is where you see it needed.

que el Reino del Cielo había llegado a su fin. Que no debíamos vivir como si fuera más importante que la misma vida, porque lo más importante es siempre el lugar donde nos encontramos.

If there's an invisible assassin in this place, I can only imagine it's the Devil himself, I dare say he feels quite at home.

Seems to me," Lee said, feeling for the words. "Seems to me, the place you find cruelty is where you find it. And the place you give help is where you see it needed. Or is that wrong, Dr Grumman? I'm only an ignorant aëronaut.

If he were around this place as a professor, he could teach 'Appropriate Behavior in Classical Greek Drama,' a course that would be over before it began.

I think she had a lot of history that she wished she didn't. As near as I can tell, Earth is a terrible place, and I'm glad we don't live there.

The place felt sinister, though. Your imagination can get the better of you where a road ends against a forest.

The common-sense notion that 'There is a time and place for everything' gets carried into a set of prescriptions which replicate the social order by assigning social meanings to spaces and times.

Love doesn't have to be on Valentine's Day. It doesn't have to be by the time you turn eighteen or thirty-three or fifty-nine. It doesn't have to conform to whatever is usual. It doesn't have to be kismet at once, or rhapsody by the third day. It just has to be. In time. In place. In spirt. It just has to be.

I know people always talk about living in the middle of nowhere—there's always another place (some city, some foreign country) they'd rather be. But it's moments like this that I feel like I live in the middle of somewhere. My somewhere.

When they can hear each other over the wind and the music, they speak Connecticut: I will not Stamford this type of behavior. What's Groton into you? What did Danbury his Hartford? New Haven can wait. Darien't no place I'd rather I'd rather be.

It's hard to love a place that's outlawed smoking but finds it perfectly acceptable to serve raw fish in a bath of chocolate.

Under certain circumstances parental pride is understandable but it has no place in the theater, where it tends to encourage a child to believe in a talent that, more often than not, simply fails to exist.

what you need. That spark you feel when an idea comes to you—This could work. I can actually make this happen!—is Western privilege as well. It may not be certainty, but it's hope, and if you think that's worthless, try living in a place where nobody has it. Worse still, try getting a decent hotel room there.

Home is where the heart is. No, nothing quite as simple as that. Home is where you struggle, in a world of endless struggle, to become the best you can be, and it becomes home in your heart only if one day you can look back and say that, in spite of all your faults and failures, it was in this special place where you began to see, however dimly, the shape of your soul.

All this is just a place, she said. And sometimes such a lonely one.

For some, the past is a chain, each day a link, raveling backward to one ringbolt or another, in one dark place or another, and tomorrow is a slave to yesterday.

If a man, boldest and most intelligent of creatures, won't wander from place to place, a stranger to all, beholden to none, why would an animal, which is by temperament far more conservative?

This is madness. You're making it into something it's not. It's all in your mind. Sheba was about to protest, and then she laughed. Isn't that the worst place it could be?

I live in dread of being asked to clap along to music in a public place.

So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.

Like the dead-seeming, cold rocks, I have memories within that came out of the material that went to make me. Time and place have had their say.

Truth be told, people in federal agencies aren't running around shooting all over the place.