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No place is a place until it has found its poet.
There is no place in the world where nobody dies. There is no place where nobody is hungry, or nobody hurts. That place is only in our imagination. But if we get our heads around it, we can go a little way toward making this real place more like that imaginary place. They call that place Utopia.
You must have a place to which you can go in your heart, your mind, or your house, almost every day, where you do not owe anyone and where no one owes you - a place that simply allows for the blossoming of something new and promising.
Placeless events are inconceivable, in that everything that happens must happen somewhere, and so history issues from geography in the same way that water issues from a spring: unpredictably but site-specifically.
Asks the Possible of the Impossible, "Where is your dwelling-place?" "In the dreams of the Impotent," comes the answer.
I am the suburb of a non-existent town, the prolix commentary on a book never written. I am nobody, nobody. I am a character in a novel which remains to be written, and I float, aerial, scattered without ever having been, among the dreams of a creature who did not know how to finish me off.
A great silent space holds all of nature in its embrace. It also holds you.
If we traverse the world, it is possible to find cities without walls, without letters, without kings, without wealth, without coin, without schools and theatres; but a city without a temple, or that practiseth not worship, prayer, and the like, no one ever saw.
A waste land lit by holy candles.
A place is more than the sum of its physical parts; it's a repository for memories, a record and retainer of all that has happened within its boundaries.
Every nowhere is somewhere[...]
What are we when there is no one doing anything, no one attaining anything, no place to go? There is no place to go. The whole foundation is already here in each one of us. It is the same in all of us. There is only one foundation, which is presence, wholeness, boundless love.
Where ever I am not is the place where I am myself.
Limbo is the place. In Limbo one has natural happiness without the beatific vision; no harps; no communal order; but wine and conversation and imperfect, various humanity. Limbo for the unbaptized, for the pious heathen, the sincere sceptic.
There are special places on our planet, places of power, healing and renewal, places where the mind-body connection is enhanced and that enable us to get back in touch with our deepest innermost feelings.
This means that the mind or spirit is present anywhere, because it is nowhere attached to any particular place. And it can remain present because, even when related to this or that object, it does not cling to it by reflection and thus lose its original mobility.
I'm completely uninhabited.
There are places and moments in which one is so completely alone that one sees the world entire.
I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a
single word: Home.
It takes a heart of a barren landscape, the place where silence makes its home.
There are places in this world that are neither here nor there, neither up nor down, neither real nor imaginary ...
Where there is life.
What was this place? - this place that to his senses seemed subtly quivering like a thing alive?
Practice presence
embrace the place where life happens.
To travel unconnected, away from anyone's gaze or reach, is bliss
My home is not a place; it's people.
For me, staying in place might mean staying with my own thoughts, even if the body keeps traveling. I might be experiencing new things, but I'm also here, with myself.
You are in no man's land. Which never moves, which never changes, which never grows older, but remains forever, icy and silent.
Find that place which is effortlessly at rest within
itself. Be there-be one with that.
No life anywhere, no life in this town or this place or in this weary existence
Places are often treated like persons.
There is no place in the world but contains some trace of God.
Location pertains to feelings - feelings are bound up in place.
I'm in a place where I don't know where I am!
I need to go someplace faraway that doesn't have telephones and doesn't have a record player and doesn't have movie theaters and people walking down the street in order to not do anything.
In the state of emptiness, you are the action not the performer of the action. Allow an activity or event to take precedence over your own point of view.
Something, like nothing, happens anywhere.
The invisible storehouse in nothingness, called memory.
Some place to stand and place a lever, there's nowhere from which to move the world.
My true place in the world, it turned out, was somewhere beyond myself, and if that place was inside me, it was also unlocatable. This was the tiny hole between self and not-self, and for the first time in my life I saw this nowhere as the exact center of the world.
Barren, barren and trivial are these words. But not barren the experience.
Where can you go from nowhere, except deeper into nowhere?
Lost is not a place. It's a soul in paralysis... waiting to feel moved.
There are places, just as there are people and objects ... whose relationship of parts creates a mystery.
Nowhere is where there is no love, where there is no hope, where it is cold, where it is meaningless, where it is dark and frightening, painful and hurting! When love shines, nowhere disappears; where love is alive, nowhere is dead!
Space is to place as eternity is to time.
...man is only an extension of the spirit of place.
Alone was the loneliest place on earth
My home is not a place, it is people.
Nothing could be more awe-inspiring and majestic than the inconceivable vastness and stillness of space, and yet what is it? Emptiness, vast emptiness.
The road to someday leads to a town of nowhere.
Place in writing often exists at that intersection between the reality of place and one's imagination about that place -- what one believes, hopes, or imagines about the various possibilities of oneself in that place.
Places are part of nature, of the bigger picture. We are interrelated. When we contemplate them in their own right, they can sometimes change our lives; they can become spiritual experiences.
Home was homeless. It could exist anywhere, because its only substance was familiarity.
As far back as I can remember, there has always been a place to which I belonged with a certainty that nothing has been able to take from me. When I say place, that means less a geographical locality and more a group of people with whom I am connected and to whom I belong.
No place is a place until things that have happened in it are remembered in history, ballads, yarns, legends, or monuments. Fictions serve as well as facts.
Places ain't home. People is. Bricks and chairs is nothing.
The universe lies before you on the floor, in the air, in the mysterious bodies of your dancers, in your mind. From this voyage no one returns poor or weary.
A little town is like a lantern. Nothing's hid from sight.
The whole place was empty.
But it wasn't really empty. Because here in the Overlook things just went on and on. Here in the Overlook all times were one.
Each place is the right place
the place where I now am can be a sacred space. (3)
Material existence is entirely founded on a phantom realm of mind, whose nature and geography are unexplored.
Time' has ceased, 'space' has vanished. We now live in a global village ... a simultaneous happening
When you are everywhere, you are nowhere
When you are somewhere, you are everywhere.-- Rumi
Every place you go is a place you have never been to because every place changes and becomes somewhere else!
It is more a mentality than the actual places people live, as Jefferson and Hamilton would argue about - city versus country. For example, someone could have an empty place mentality yet be living in a condo in Boca Raton.
The world is empty - all of the people and places, the earth, the seas, mountains, deserts, forests and cities, and the beings that inhabit them, are unchangeable.
Heaven ... a place where everything that is not music is silence.
nook in the rocks. From this place, we are invisible but have a clear
I wonder what people do when they have no place to go and no place to be.
Empty, empty, empty; silent, silent, silent. The room was a shell, singing of what was before time was; a vase stood in the heart of the house, alabaster, smooth, cold, holding the still, distilled essence of emptiness, silence.
It's the closest place to nowhere that she can think of. And nowhere is exactly where she wants to be today.
You had felt idle in this city through which you had paced only to kill time. But the emptiness that you believed yourself confronted with was an illusion: you had filled those moments with sensations all the more powerful in that nothing and no one had distracted you from them.
He suddenly felt nothing, or rather Nothing, a pre-tornadic stillness of zero sensation, as if he were the very space he occupied.
And no matter how many people surround you, that is still the loneliest place on earth.
The sacred space in time is irreplaceable.
The state of presence is the only state in which creative energy is available to you.
What the people are within, the buildings express without.
If I come back, it will be a place, but it won't be a home any longer.
There is a place that God has specifically designed for you where all your needs will be supplied, where you'll be happy and fulfilled, and where you'll be using your gifts and talents to the full.
In a universe suddenly divested of illusion and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger. His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land.
There are no walls, no bolts, no locks that anyone can put on your mind.
In a field, I am the absence of field. In a crowd, I am the absence of crowd. In a dream, I am the absence of dream. But I don't want to live as an absence. I move to keep things whole.
I do not think about absent persons as often or with such intense longing as I think of places. They lie one below the other in my mind ...
And to think, there are still places in the world where man has not been, where he has left no footprints, where the mysteries stand secure, untouched by human eyes. I want to go to these places, the quiet, timeless, ageless places, and sit, letting silence and solitude be my teachers.
The future is all around here.' It's a place, anyplace where we don't exist.
In the life of each of us there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness.
The something of somewhere is mostly just the nothing of nowhere.-- Peter Thiel
What is one ever doing anywhere?
Soundless speechless sorties of life.
The relationship between man and space is none other than dwelling, strictly thought and spoken.
There is something that can be found in one place. It is a great treasure which may be called the fulfillment of existence. The place where this treasure can be found is the place where one stands
This is a place between, Susannah; a place where shadows are cancelled and time holds its breath. Then
Quiet had a roof and it had walls around it, and you could sit inside it. She had never thought of silence as a place.One of the friends, Tom Williams told her,'the place is in your heart, Louise. Everything else is just clutter.
I had known loneliness before, and emptiness upon the moor, but I had never been a NOTHING, a nothing floating on a nothing, known by nothing, lonelier and colder than the space between the stars. It was more frightening than being dead.
There is no place to go and no one to be.
I'm sad that there no more mysterious places in the world.
To be everywhere is to be nowhere. - SENECA
The emptiness is so intense, that anything which enters it leaves a trace, something of it remains in space: in the silence, in the whiteness, nothingness becomes peopled, too.
Hey I'd like to daze away to a
Place like no one has known
In a state of mind I could call mine
That only I could own
Where I could hum a tune anytime
I choose, and then there is no such thing as time
Where I can feel no pain just calm and sane
What a place for one to find