Brazil is where I have to be, where I have my roots.
life is full when you know where you are and where you are going.
Leo Bloom: There, there. Franz Liebkind: [crying] Where, where?
Where we are going to is closer than where we are coming from.
There are decades where nothing happens; and there are weeks where decades happen.
Ballimore! Ballimore, where's the inkwell?' Dobbilan's voice echoed down the corridor, interrupting Cimorene in mid-sentence. 'Where are you? Why can't I find anything around here when I want it?' 'Because you never look in the right place, dear,' Ba...
grief is a house where the chairs have forgotten how to hold us the mirrors how to reflect us the walls how to contain us grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into the air at the s...
I do not think it irresponsible to portray even the direst futures if we are to avoid them we must understand that they are possible. But where are the alternatives Where are the dreams that motivate and inspire We long for realistic maps of a world ...
I preach there are all kinds of truth, your truth and somebody else's, but behind all of them, there's only one truth and that is that there is no truth... No truth behind all truths is what I and this church preach! Where you come from is gone, wher...
Faults are thick where love is thin.
Hens like to lay where they see an egg.
Where there is no bridge the smallest plank is of great value.
Where the camel is sold for a cent, the ass is worthless.
Only scratch where you can reach.
A foreigner scratches you where you do not itch.
God is always where we don't look for him.
Where the river is deepest it makes the least noise.
The religionists are the enemies of liberty, and the friends of liberty attack religion; the high-minded and the noble advocate bondage, and the meanest and most servile preach independence; honest and enlightened citizens are opposed to all progress...
This is where I go, when I go: It's a room with no windows and no doors, and walls that are thin enough for me to see and hear everything but too thick to break through. I'm there, but I'm not there. I am pounding to be let out, but nobody can hear m...
This empty kitchen's where I'd while away the hours Just next to my old chair You'd usually have some flowers The shelves of books Even the picture hooks Everything is gone But my heart is hanging on If this old neighborhood Survived us both alright ...
New York is more where art is bought than where art is made.
