REFLECTIONS OF TRUTH Where you find Truth Is where you find your reflection And where you find your reflection Is where you find love And where you find love Is where you find light And where you find light Is where you find faith And where you find ...
Where there is a will there is a way. Where there is no will there is an excuse.
The soul is not where it lives, but where it loves.
Where something is thin, that's where it tears.
For West is where we all plan to go some day. It is where you go when the land gives out and the old-field pines encroach. It is where you go when you get the letter saying: Flee, all is discovered. It is where you go when you look down at the blade ...
Do not look where you fell, but where you slipped.
Don't look where you fell, but where you slipped.
A man is not where he lives, but where he loves.
Politics begin where the masses are, not where there are thousands, but where there are millions, that is where serious politics begin.
One weekend it rained for 48 hours without stopping. The rain beat like bony fingers against the window panes. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Fungus was growing on the walls. I polished off a bottle of gin sitting huddled over the two-bar electric fire and...
This entire time I've been thinking about where my home was. At first it was California, then Wisconsin. But in truth, home isn't necessarily where you sleep at night. It's where you feel like yourself. Where you're most comfortable. Where you don't ...
So I pulled the sun screen down and squinted and put the throttle to the floor. And kept on moving west. For West is where we all plan to go some day. It is where you go when the land gives out and the oldfield pines encroach. It is where you go when...
Better the cottage where one is merry than the palace where one weeps.
It matters less to a person where they are born than where they can live.
Where I am at, is not actually where I am at. Where I am at is merely a point on the path to where I am going.
In all civilizations we've studied, all cultures that we know of across the Earth and across time have invested some kind of attempt to understanding where where, where they come from, and where they are going.
[singing] Alonzo Harris: Oh where, Oh where has my little Jake gone? Oh where, oh where can he be?
Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live; Not where I love, but where I am, I die.
Not the place where I was born but where I hang my hat is home.
If you do not know where you come from, then you don't know where you are, and if you don't know where you are, then you don't know where you're going. And if you don't know where you're going, you're probably going wrong.
