#place

No one knows exactly where thought comes from, but it can be said that thought comes from the same place as whatever it is that beats our heart... it comes from being alive. ↗

— Richard Carlson

#beats #being #comes #exactly #heart

Everyone will be forgotten, nothing we do will make any difference, and all good endeavours, even the best, will come to naught. Unless there is God. If the God of the Bible exists, and there is a True Reality beneath and behind this one, and this life is not the only life, then every good endeavour, even the simplest ones, pursued in response to God's calling, can matter forever. ↗

— Timothy Keller

#christianity #vocation #workplace #worldview #life

When you're taught to love everyone, to love your enemies, then what value does that place on love? ↗

— Marilyn Manson

#everyone #love #place #taught #then

You can't love a city if you have no memories burried there. ↗

— Marina Tavares Dias

#love #memories #places #love

Traffic's not too bad on Sheridan, and I'm cornering the car like it's the Indy 500, and we're listening to my favorite NMH song, "Holland, 1945," and then onto Lake Shore Drive, the waves of Lake Michigan crashing against the boulders by the Drive, the windows cracked to get the car to defrost, the dirty, bracing, cold air rushing in, and I love the way Chicago smells—Chicago is brackish lake water and soot and sweat and grease and I love it, and I love this song, and Tiny's saying I love this song, and he's got the visor down so he can muss up his hair a little more expertly. ↗

— John Green

#love

We remember though all the firelit glow Of a great hearth's gleam and glare, And we looked for a space at each happy face And the love that was written there. ↗

— Caris Brooke

#firelight #fireplace #happiness #love #poetry

Routine and predictable days are the breeding grounds for complacency. ↗

— Wayde Goodall

#predictabiltiy #routine #men

The sun's champagne streamed from one body into another. And there was a couple on the green silk of the grass, covered by a raspberry umbrella. Only their feet and a little bit of lace could be seen. In the magnificent universe beneath the raspberry umbrella, with closed eyes, they drank in the sparkling madness. 'Extra! Extra! Zeppelins over the North Sea at 3 o'clock.' But under the umbrella, in the raspberry universe, they were immortal. What did it matter that in another far-away universe people would be killing each other? ↗

— Yevgeny Zamyatin

#lovers #park #war #men

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#best #broken #fragments #glue #good

I visited many places, Some of them quite Exotic and far away, But I always returned to myself. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #far-away #literature #literature-quotes #myself