Where Quotes (page 32)

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• wellness
• manly
• lived

Where a man can live, he can also live well. Marcus Aurelius

• let me
• injuries
• me

Where there is injury let me sow pardon. Francis of Assisi

• wisdom
• fear
• ignorance

Where there is charity and wisdom, there is neither fear nor ignorance. Francis of Assisi

• lost
• seven years
• slumber

Where studious of ease, I slumbered seven years, and then lost by degrees. Christopher Anstey

• people
• home
• good

Where would you be without friends? The people to pick you up when you need lifting? We come from homes far from perfect, so you end up almost parent and sibling to your friends - your own chosen family. There's nothing like a really loyal, dependable, good friend. Nothing. Jennifer Aniston

• small
• party
• library

Where I grew up, we had the three TV networks, maybe two radio stations, no cable TV. We still had a long-distance party line in our neighborhood, so you could listen to all your neighbors' phone calls. We had a very small public library, and the nearest bookstore was an hour away. Marc Andreessen

• music
• words
• speaking

Where words fail, music speaks. Hans Christian Andersen

• broken
• law
• brokenness

Where there are laws, he who has not broken them need not tremble. Vittorio Alfieri

• mother
• home
• wellness

Where there is a mother in the home, matters go well. Amos Bronson Alcott

• fruit
• publication
• fruitful

Where the roots of private virtue are diseased, the fruit of public probity cannot but be corrupt. Felix Adler

• old age
• giving
• hand

For West is where we all plan to go some day. It is where you go when the land gives out and the old-field pines encroach. It is where you go when you get the letter saying: Flee, all is discovered. It is where you go when you look down at the blade in your hand and the blood on it. It is where you go when you are told that you are a bubble on the tide of empire. It is where you go when you hear that thar's gold in them-thar hills. It is where you go to grow up with the country. It is where... Robert Penn Warren

• old age
• country
• gold

So I pulled the sun screen down and squinted and put the throttle to the floor. And kept on moving west. For West is where we all plan to go some day. It is where you go when the land gives out and the oldfield pines encroach. It is where you go when you get the letter saying: Flee, all is discovered. IT is where you go when you look down at the blade in your hand and see the blood on it. It is where you go when you are told that you are a bubble on the tide of empire. It is where you... Robert Penn Warren

• black
• street
• leaving

There is a place where the sidewalk ends. And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight. To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black. And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow. We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go. To the place where the sidewalk... Shel Silverstein

• true
• castle
• short

What do we see by [our enlightened age] which our ancestors saw not, and which at the same time is worth seeing? We see a hundred men hanged, where they saw one. We see five hundred transported, where they saw one. We see five thousand in the workhouse, where they saw one. . . . We see children perishing in manufactories, where they saw them flourishing in the fields. We see prisons, where they saw castles. We see masters, where they saw representatives. In short, they saw true men, where we... Thomas Love Peacock

• waste
• alcohol
• reading

How do you make a book that anyone will read out of lives as quiet as these? Where are the things that novelists seize upon and readers expect? Where is the high life, the conspicuous waste, the violence, the kinky sex, the death wish? Where are the suburban infidelities, the promiscuities, the convulsive divorces, the alcohol, the drugs, the lost weekends? Where are the hatreds, the political ambitions, the lust for power? Where are speed, noise, ugliness, everything that makes us who we are... Wallace Stegner