#places

What I like in this job is you can travel to many places, many imaginations. ↗

— Marion Cotillard

#imaginations #job #like #many #places

I think a major act of leadership right now, call it a radical act, is to create the places and processes so people can actually learn together, using our experiences. ↗

— Margaret J. Wheatley

#actually #call #create #experiences #i

That's sort of what I felt... I miss drinking, I thought bars were truly holy places. ↗

— Joe Eszterhas

#drinking #felt #holy #i #miss

Second, there are so many magical places in books that you can't go to, like Hogwarts and Middle Earth, so I wanted to set a story in a place where children can actually go. ↗

— Cornelia Funke

#books #children #earth #go #i

Surely there is grandeur in knowing that in the realm of thought, at least, you are without a chain; that you have the right to explore all heights and depth; that there are no walls nor fences, nor prohibited places, nor sacred corners in all the vast expanse of thought. ↗

— Robert Green Ingersoll

#corners #depth #expanse #explore #fences

I get a certain feeling when I go to Lambeau field in Green Bay. Soldier field in Chicago is special to me. Those are the places that I really like. The stadiums. ↗

— John Madden

#certain #certain feeling #chicago #feeling #field

And, in fact, there is a connection, the people who designed this here program and who implement it are the same people who are overseeing and helping in the interrogations of detainees in places like Guantanamo. ↗

— Jane Mayer

#designed #detainees #fact #guantanamo #helping

It is not down in any map; true places never are. ↗

— Herman Melville

#down #map #never #places #true

I want to keep working, I want to keep doing my humanitarian stuff around the world, shining light on different places that have problems. Keep making movies, make people laugh. ↗

— Chris Tucker

#different #different places #doing #humanitarian #i

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