Quotes About Place

I talked to members of my family, and did some personal research that didn't really have anything to do with the time and place I was writing about, but that gave me a feeling of the experience of being black in a time and place where it was very difficult to be black.

Every actor in the room honored Sidney for being there so many years before. And everybody was so moved to be at a place where history was being made again. It was tangible.

Deep within us all there is an amazing inner sanctuary of the soul, a holy place, a Divine Center, a speaking Voice, to which we may continuously return.—Thomas Kelly

God has given us the Disciplines of the spiritual life as a means of receiving his grace. The Disciplines allow us to place ourselves

We knew not whether we were in heaven or on earth, for surely there is no such splendour or beauty anywhere upon earth. We cannot describe it to you: only this we know, that God dwells there among men, and that their service surpasses the worship of all other places. For we cannot forget that beauty.

God has given us the Disciplines of the spiritual life as a means of receiving his grace. The Disciplines allow us to place ourselves before God so that he can transform us. The

We come from a place that has always been inside us. Our words migrate helplessly. The world reflects only itself. Which is why we have to create our own memories.

Maybe home isn't the place you love, just the place you know best.

Calm down. Deep breaths. Go to your happy place. Oh, wait. I don't have one.

What is this place? Heaven?" Her father laughed. "That's everyone's first question." "It's not hell, is it?" "That's everyone's second question," he said.

Abbot's place looks like a shack fucked an outhouse and they had an ugly baby.

The earth is a far a better place, now that she's beneath it.

Chicago," Bright answered sardonically, "is not just a place. It's a state of mind.

I'll give you my heart to make a place for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger. Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there? The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube?

I looked at all the trees and didn't know what to do. A box made out of leaves. What else was in the woods? A heart, closing. Nevertheless. Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else. I kept my mind on the moon. Cold moon, long nights moon. From the landscape: a sense of scale. From the dead: a sense of scale. I turned my back on the story. A sense of superiority. Everything casts a shadow. Your body told me in a dream it's never been afraid of anything.

There should be just one safe place in the world, I mean this world. People get hurt here.

I made this place for you. A place for you to love me. If this isn't the kingdom then I don't know what is.

With the dozens of prisoners I spoke to and got to know, one of the only things, perhaps the only thing they missed about prison was that intimate, daily, powerful connection to prisoner number 46664. I missed it too. But I knew also,as those men knew, that it could not be restored, that it was born of a certain time and place.

EVEN ON A REMOTE but beautiful island, Mandela needed a place apart. A place where he could lose himself to find himself.

is writing that does what only literature can do: transport you to another time and place and acquaint you with emotions and sensations that you otherwise would never feel.

It is writing that does what only literature can do: transport you to another time and place and acquaint you with emotions and sensations that you otherwise would never feel.

Even if I know I shall never change the masses, never transform anything permanent, all I ask is that the good things also have their place, their refuge.

He was happy enough to stay in this jumbled, lively place where the drinks were cheap and the band was loud and he could feel the inner peace that comes from knowing that all your clothes are new and perfectly fitted.

The Revolutionary Hill Estates had not been designed to accommodate a tragedy. Even at night, as if on purpose, the development held no looming shadows and no gaunt silhouettes. It was invincibly cheerful, a toyland of white and pastel houses whose bright, uncurtained windows winked blandly through a dappling of green and yellow leaves … A man running down these streets in desperate grief was indecently out of place.