133 Place Quotes

Schweitzer in the Congo did not derive more moral credit than Larkin did for living in Hull.

Before the reader is introduced to the modest country medical practitioner who is to be the chief personage of the following tale, it will be well that he should be made acquainted with some particulars as to the locality in which, and the neighbours among whom, our doctor followed his profession.

I've always made a point of not wasting my life, and every time I come back here I know that all I've done is to waste my life.

Feedback is a pleasant thing. I get a lot of letters from unexpected people in unexpected places.

Being so deeply rooted in one place and culture allows a genuine writer to experiment wildly with the material without ever losing touch with its essence.

To speak from a particular place and time is not provincialism but part of a writer's identity.

It sometimes takes a foreigner to come and see a place and paint it. I remember someone saying they had never really noticed the palm trees here until I painted them.

Isn't Hollywood a dump-in the human sense of the word. A hideous town, pointed up by the insulting gardens of its rich, full of the human spirit at a new low of debasement.

There be those who say that things and places have souls, and there be those who say they have not; I dare not say, myself, but I will tell of The Street.

And always Melbourne, Melbourne, Melbourne, over and over the same photo in glaring greens and reds, of a tram, huffy, blunderous, manoeuvring itself with pole akimbo round the tight corner where Bourke Street enters Spring.

A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.

It beareth the name of Vanity Fair, because the town where 't is kept is lighter than vanity.

Halfway down a by-street of one of our New England towns stands a rusty wooden house, with seven acutely peaked gables, facing towards various points of the compass, and a huge, clustered chimney in the midst. The street is Pyncheon Street; the house is the old Pyncheon House; and an elm-tree, of wide circumference, rooted before the door, is familiar to every town-born child by the title of the Pyncheon Elm.

Canada is like a loft apartment over a really great party.

In Paris, one is always reminded of being a foreigner. If you park your car wrong, it is not the fact that it's on the sidewalk that matters, but the fact that you speak with an accent.

You belong somewhere you feel free.

It's very important to feel foreign. I was born in England, but when I'm being a writer, everyone in England is foreign to me.

Here lies W. C. Fields. I would rather be living in Philadelphia.

There seemed to be nothing to see; no fences, no creeks or trees, no hills or fields. If there was a road, I could not make it out in the faint starlight. There was nothing but land: not a country at all, but the material out of which countries are made.

To understand the world, you must first understand a place like Mississippi.

For some strange reason, no matter where I go, the place is always called 'here'.

I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet, keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

This is the most beautiful place on earth. There are many such places. Every man, every woman, carries in heart and mind the image of the ideal place, the right place, the one true home, known or unknown, actual or visionary. A houseboat in Kashmir, a view down Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn, a gray gothic farmhouse two stories high at the end of a red dog road in the Allegheny Mountains, a cabin on the shore of a blue lake in spruce and fir country, a greasy alley near the Hoboken waterfront, or even, possibly, for those of a less demanding sensibility, the world to be seen from a comfortable apartment high in the tender, velvety smog of Manhattan, Chicago, Paris, Tokyo, Rio, or Rome - there's no limit to the human capacity for the homing sentiment.

'Yet for all the childish innocence of its bizarre glamor, Venice developed an atmosphere, or became the outpost of a sinister deep-rooted power... It is a place of dreams, not only the tinseled ones...'

And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, She needs not June for beauty's heightening.

Every individual has a place to fill in the world, and is important, in some respect, whether he chooses to be so or not.

There is a small area of land in Asia Minor that is called Armenia, but it is not so. It is not Armenia. It is a place. There are only Armenians, and they inhabit the earth, not Armenia, since there is no Armenia. There is no America and there is no England, and no France, and no Italy. There is only the earth.

'It has to start somewhere, it has to start sometime, what better place than here? What better time than now?'

Moscow... how many strains are fusing in that one sound, for Russian hearts! what store of riches it imparts!

In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon.

In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace - Radiant palace - reared its head.

I am in love with Montana. For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection, but with Montana it is love.

I never saw Portsmouth by day.

The low dive had set a standard that only middle-aged hooligans could remember and to which they looked back as Mrs Lot at Sodom.

God gave all men all earth to love, But since our hearts are small, Ordained for each one spot should prove Beloved over all.

A harbor, even if it is a little harbor, is a good thing, since adventurers come into it as well as go out, and the life in it grows strong, because it takes something from the world, and has something to give in return.

The Tower. Somewhere ahead, it waited for him - the nexus of Time, the nexus of Size.

I'm sitting on the stile, Mary, Where we sat side by side.

These are Fortunate Islands, / These are lands without a place

Stony seaboard, far and foreign, Stony hills poured over space, Stony outcrop of the Burren, Stones in every fertile place

My Maryland.