A Quote by Jenny Lawson

Have you ever been homesick for someplace that doesn't actually exist anymore? Someplace that exists only in your mind? — © Jenny Lawson
Have you ever been homesick for someplace that doesn't actually exist anymore? Someplace that exists only in your mind?
After a certain age, you couldn't even say where you were from. You went someplace, and lived there. And then you went someplace else.
I don't close myself to the possibility of someplace outside the United States, but it would have to be someplace with an indigenous community, because that's where I feel at home.
Enjoy the moment, because that is all you have. You never are going to arrive someplace else. You are in a constant state of living in this moment, and that is the only arrival there is. In fact, you will arrive when you stop trying to get someplace else.
Personal power is not the end of the process. It is a tool that you use to get someplace. The purpose of the car is not to live in the car, it is to drive you someplace you want to go.
[While] physically traveling someplace or experiencing someplace firsthand, physically versus - which is what a lot of young people do - the experience is mitigated through technology and through social media.
The hangover was brutal but he didn't mind. It told him he had been somewhere else, someplace good.
None of this exists. All important decisions in the universe occur someplace else.
Fashion wasn't what you wore someplace anymore; it was the whole reason for going.
You could go church and you could describe your worst behavior, your worst self, and despite your worst behavior you would be forgiven and then redeemed and then accepted back into the community through communion. So you didn't have to carry this burden your entire life. Once a week you went someplace you went someplace where you could really look terrible and be loved despite how terrible you were.
Let’s find someplace where there aren’t any dead people, insects, or rodents. For that matter, someplace that’s big enough to accommodate both of us without crimping any internal organs. (Shahara) Picky, picky, picky. (Syn)
America was different. America was a river, roarng along, unmindful of the past. I could wade into this river, let my sins drown to the bottom, let the waters carry me someplace far. Someplace with no ghosts, no memories, and no sins.
I just stood there, looking at her. My head was spinning, my mouth dry, and all I could think about was that I wanted to go someplace safe, someplace I could be alone and okay, and that this was impossible. My old life had changed and my new one was still in progress, altering by the second. There was nothing, nothing to depend on. And why was I surprised?
We think there’s someplace other than here to get to—that’s what drives the whole pursuit. Only when the pursuit ceases, is it possible to recognize what comprises you: pure being, pure consciousness. This is actually the very substance of your own self and being.
Kid - the next time I say, 'Let's go someplace like Bolivia,' let's go someplace like Bolivia.
Love ... is a quicksilver word; though you see plainly where it is, you have only to put your finger on it to find that it is not there but someplace else.
America is made up of people who came from someplace else. Even the Native Americans came over the Bering strait... America is what it is because people came from someplace else.
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