Quotes About Place

Setting ... is accident. Either a building is part of a place, or it is not. Once that kinship is there, time will only make it stronger.

A lot of adults don't think it's their place to interfere with kids. I interfere all the time.

I loved musicals. I loved being in the school play and being lucky enough to get parts in the school play. But they always took place in some other time and place.

To be simple, I would say a story has to have a bit of narrative, if only "she says," and then enough of a creation of a different time and place to transport the reader.

Each place has its own advantages - heaven for the climate, and hell for the society.

It's an awful snug place for orgies. What orgies? I dono. But robbers always have orgies, and of course we've got to have them, too.

This is a strange place, and extraordinary place, and interesting. There is nothing resembling it at home. The people are all insane, the other animals are all insane, the earth is insane, Nature itself is insane.

Long, long before the missionaries braved a thousand privations to come and make them permanently miserable by telling them how beautiful and how blissful a place heaven is, and how nearly impossible it is to get there.

If we desire to live, we can only do so in the margins of that place.

No doubt speculation will continue for a long time over what force alters and orders the dimensions of that place.

even as instinct commands me to run. But by then it will already be too late. The distance far too great to cover. As if there ever really was a place to hide.

It's the person, Ma, not the place. If you left here, you'd have been the same anywhere else.'(...)'If I ever leave this place' - I swallow - 'I'll make sure I'm better here first.

Non è questo posto, penso. Sono le persone. Saremmo stati gli stessi anche altrove. Ovunque.

The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugliness and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both.

His church is the old one at the edge of town, and I now realize why he's chosen to live here. The church is too far away for him to really help anyone, so this is the best place for him. It's everywhere, on all sides and angles. This is where the father needs to be. Not in some church, gathering dust.

In London, too, there's always someone dropping in, but not here - it's too awkward a place to get to. I like people to come and stay. I'm not anti-social; I'm just unsocial.

El vacío no es nada. Tampoco es una falta. En la corporeización plástica el vacío juega a la manera de un instituir que busca y proyecta lugares.

Tendríamos que aprender a reconocer que las cosas mismas son los lugares y que no se limitan a pertenecer a un lugar.

Light helps define a place. Here the light has color. It changes throughout the day and it's unpredictable.

He gazed up at the blue sky and knew that heaven—at least in this life—was neither a time nor a place to be grasped and made into a possession. It came in fleeting moments and then went away again to leave one nostalgic and yearning and on the verge of tears. Very much on the verge of tears. And very frightened.

Now, Chiyo, stumbling along in life is a poor way to proceed. You must learn how to find the time and place for things.

The place for literature is built by writers and readers. It's a fragile place in some ways, but an indestructible one. When it's broken, we rebuild it. Because we need shelter. I very much like the idea of literature that is needed. Literature that provides shelter. Shelter of all kinds.

I asked her about this. But she couldn't put her finger on what made her unhappy. The most common complaint she made is one I've heard often from nursing home residents I've met: "It just isn't home." To Alice, Longwood House was a mere facsimile of home. And having a place that genuinely feels like your home can seem as essential to a person as water to a fish.

I am listening to what fear teaches. I will never be gone. I am a scar, a report from the frontlines, a talisman, a resurrection, a rough place on the chin of complacency.