Quotes About Place

Fitz, home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there anymore.

There is a place where all time is now, and the choices are simple and always your own.

I lingered in the hinterlands of sleep. Sometimes I think there is more rest in that place between wakefulness and sleep than there is in true sleep. The mind walks in the twilight of both states, and finds the truths that are hidden alike by daylight and dreams.

I think there is in the heart of a man a place made for wonder. It sleeps inside, awaiting fulfillment. All one's life, one gathers treasures to fill it.

Home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there any more.

Who was that? What's the White Room?" he said, panic rising again. "What is this place?" "This is the Corridor.

It was through her actions of reciprocity, the give and take with the land, that the original immigrant became indigenous. For all of us, becoming indigenous to a place means living as if your children's future mattered, to take care of the land as if our lives, both material and spiritual, depended on it.

When we call a place by name it is transformed from wilderness to homeland.

The job is never over; it simply changes from one task to the next. What I'm looking for, I suppose, is balance, and that is a moving target. Balance is not a passive resting place—it takes work, balancing the giving and the taking, the raking out and the putting in.

We need to unearth the old stories that live in a place and begin to create new ones, for we are storymakers, not just storytellers.

But to become native to this place, if we are to survive here, and our neighbors too, our work is to learn to speak the grammar of animacy, so that we might truly be at home.

Knowing her grandchildren would inherit the world she left behind, she did not work for flourishing in her time only. It was through her actions of reciprocity, the give and take with the land, that the original immigrant became Indigenous. For all of us, becoming Indigenous to a place means living as if your children's future mattered, to take care of the land as if our lives, both material and spiritual, depended on it.

When we call a place by its name, it is transformed from wilderness to homeland.

Knowing her grandchildren would inherit the world she left behind, she did not work for flourishing in her time only. It was through her actions of reciprocity, the give and take with the land, that the original immigrant became indigenous. For all of us, becoming indigenous to a place means living as if your children's future mattered, to take care of the land as if our lives, both material and spiritual, depended on it.

When we call a place by name it is transformed from wilderness to homeland. I imagined that this beloved place knew my true name as well, even when I myself did not.

For all of us, becoming indigenous to a place nears living as if your children's future mattered

People belong wherever they feel good. It can be a lot of different places. For a lot of different reasons.

Although I can't possibly have a single memory of this place. Then, from deep within me, a profound sense of love radiating out to everything around me complemented by reciprocal waves of love coming at me, enveloping me. All

No. But why would I go back? I had found a home here, the way everyone has. That's why we have the Museum, Matty, to remind us of how we came, and why: to start fresh, and begin a new place from what we had learned and carried from the old.

The Old of the community did not ever leave their special place, the House of the Old, where they were so well cared for and respected.

The world is not always so friendly a place that you can afford to squander your advantages on a pointless conceit.

You chose love like a belief, a faith, a place, a box for one's heart to knock against like a spook in the house.

John had dreamed so long and hard of this place that he had hoped it right out of existence. Probably no place in the world could withstand such an assault of human wishing.

We mountain boys were all walkers. Mostly it was the fastest way to get ary place back in the hills, for often a boy could cross a mountain afoot where no horse could go . . .