In more static societies, like Ireland, you can tell where a person is from by their surname, or where their grandparents are from.
I wanted to live where I could pop to the bar that Humphrey Bogart took Lauren Bacall to, or the little restaurant where Charlie Chaplin had a booth.
I've always been interested in films where you can identify with the actors. Where you can be in their shoes and therefore be more involved if they're people that you recognize.
I do not at all understand the mystery of grace - only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us.
Home is not necessarily, where the heart is. It is also, where good food,people, and sanity resides. even if that accounts for a house, with no people in it.
In between reason and faith is a happy place, an inch away from where lies sorrow, an inch away from where lie peace
Climbing is unadulterated hard labor. The only real pleasure is the satisfaction of going where no man has been before and where few can follow.
A church is an incubator, a nursery, a grade school. You start where people are and move them to where they need to be.
I, schooled in misery, know many purifying rites, and I know where speech is proper and where silence.
I'm accustomed to Internet forums where rudeness and incivility are the rule, where too many people seem to take pride in their insults.
Clinton lied. A man might forget where he parks or where he lives, but he never forgets oral sex, no matter how bad it is.
My beginnings in the Southwest are clear and palpable. My beginnings here made me pay attention to where the sun is, where the winds are, the power of the site... I take that baggage with me.
Learn to say no in situations where saying no can be difficult, where it could mean getting fired. Say no anyway, because it could lead you to greater opportunities.
I have a very strong sense that we only know where we are by looking clearly at where we've come from.
There is one kind of prison where the man is behind bars, and everything he desires is outside; and there is another kind where the things are behind the bars, and the man is outside.
where oh where, in what cemetery of the heavens do the tender words of lovers rest when they love no more? (Searching for author)
...the wildlings had no where to go. Some continued upward, and died. Some went downward, and died. Some stayed where they were. They died as well.
It’s human nature to find patterns where there are none and to find skill where luck is a more likely explanation.
You don't have to go away to know where your home is, everyone knows where their home is. And if you don't, you've got problems.
What is a struggle is that acting isn't a place where you go to work and you do that thing. There aren't set boundaries, like an office, where you go and work. For me, the work is always on my mind.
I've always liked being relatively obscure. I feel that's where I belong, that's where my work belongs.
