#map

A map was a fine thing to study when you were disposed to think of something else, being made up of names that would turn into a chime if you went back upon them. ↗

— George Eliot

#life

...there is no map of the soul because we make it up as we go... ↗

— John Geddes

#map #meaning #purpose #soul #life

Regular maps have few surprises: their contour lines reveal where the Andes are, and are reasonably clear. More precious, though, are the unpublished maps we make ourselves, of our city, our place, our daily world, our life; those maps of our private world we use every day; here I was happy, in that place I left my coat behind after a party, that is where I met my love; I cried there once, I was heartsore; but felt better round the corner once I saw the hills of Fife across the Forth, things of that sort, our personal memories, that make the private tapestry of our lives. ↗

— Alexander McCall Smith

#maps #place #love

When we first started, we were a band from Athens and that was so off the map. ↗

— Michael Stipe

#band #first #map #off #started

If you walk five blocks north from the wholefoods in Berkeley along Telegraph Avenue and then turn right at Dwight way, you'll soon come to a trash-strewn patch of grass and trees dotted with the tattered camps of a few homeless people. ↗

— Michael Pollan

#nature

Writing has nothing to do with meaning. It has to do with landsurveying and cartography, including the mapping of countries yet to come. ↗

— Gilles Deleuze

#organized-chaos #power-of-words #writing #chaos

Men lie to get laid, women lie about orgasms, and hermaphrodites lie to themselves.
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— Jarod Kintz

#deception #funny #hermaphrodites #humor #lie

Love knows no boundaries. I wish I would have known that before I hired a cartographer to map out my romantic territory. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#bizarre #boundaries #cartographer #funny #humor

You are to be pitied more than I, perhaps. I soar above all your innumerable miseries, partaking of the nature of the angels; for, as you have said, my place is not in your narrow sphere. You have the earth, I have boundless space. Enchained here below by the thousand bonds of your gross, material senses, your spirits cannot plunge into that limpid Ocean of the infinite, where, lost for a day upon your arid shores, my soul drinks deep. ↗

— Herculine Barbin

#humanity #intersex #lgbt #queerness #soul

In my writing I am acting as a map maker, an explorer of psychic areas, a cosmonaut of inner space, and I see no point in exploring areas that have already been thoroughly surveyed. ↗

— William S. Burroughs

#already #am #areas #been #explorer