#place

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living. ↗

— Marcus Tullius Cicero

#dead #life #living #memory #placed

I've been to a lot of places and done a lot of things, but writing was always first. It's a kind of pain I can't do without. ↗

— Robert Penn Warren

#been #done #first #i #kind

My poems were just kind of all over the place. They had no focus, no location, nothing. Kind of a series of images that could have been set anywhere. A lot of the poems were just exercises for myself. ↗

— James Welch

#been #could #exercises #focus #had

Civilization is the distance man has placed between himself and his excreta. ↗

— Brian Aldiss

#civilization #distance #himself #his #man

I knew Scotty was going to win. At the beginning of the episode, I was like, 'Scotty, are you ready to win?'. I knew he was going to in my heart. I accepted it. I couldn't pick a more perfect person to get second place to. He's my best friend. ↗

— Lauren Alaina

#beginning #best #best friend #episode #friend

Laugh at yourself, but don't ever aim your doubt at yourself. Be bold. When you embark for strange places, don't leave any of yourself safely on shore. Have the nerve to go into unexplored territory. ↗

— Alan Alda

#any #bold #doubt #embark #ever

Winning is about heart, not just legs. It's got to be in the right place. ↗

— Lance Armstrong

#got #heart #just #legs #place

People look to you to replace a part in their lives that they can't get back. You can't get the past back, you can't do it. We've all tried. ↗

— Anna Chlumsky

#get #lives #look #part #past

It's like escaping a hot, bright room for the serenity of a city at night, covered in snow. People eliminated. A carpet of silence for taxis to whisper across. The world becoming a pleasant dream of itself. The itch of want smoldering to life on skin. Memory sends a chill vanishing between vertebrae. It's New Year's Eve. Hail the Calendar! As if clocks will pause for a moment before reloading their long rifles. Years are tiny freckles on the face of a century. Where is the constellation we gazed at each night Through a bill rolled so tight the first President lost his breath, as our eyeballs literally unraveled? I am alone in the rectangular borough in the observatory, where even fire trucks can't rescue the arsonist stretching his calves in my brain. ↗

— Jeffrey McDaniel

#dreams

Perhaps she was just looking for love in the wrong places. In all the safe places. What if love was not safe at all? ↗

— Mary Balogh

#place #safe #wrong #love