nowhere

I was famous overnight. I went from nowhere to being really big.

What is this place?" "Nothing at all. Everywhere there is. Both at once?" Wereberry offered.

I was born walking, born in the nowhere between galaxies.

Life is short, do not hesitate!Enjoyed and lived Now because Yesterday is gone, and tomorrow is only an illusion!

Like a car idling, I gave of my energy until there was nothing more in my tank to give... all the while going nowhere.

I guess that we all need freedom, we all have a reason why we are here, but the most annoying thing is that we're mostly lost in our way, we are mostly wrong about things around us, Which it drives us nowhere than somewhere.

How can I be lost, if I've got nowhere to go?

It was understood that they shared the same thresholds--the same inexhaustible appetite for wasting time, for discussing lofty ideas, for dissecting trivial things, for driving to nowhere in particular, for listening to music, for talking about books, for obsessing over pop culture, but mostly for laughing, talking, and simply being together. There was nothing one could say that the other would find too cruel or too kind. And on those rare occasions when they did tire of each other, they needed only go a day without talking before they yearned to reconnect.

It didn't came out from nowhere... it was just your choice. So the difference between this and this is your choice!

Let's go from no where to somewhere! Trust, Its just a step ahead.

To walk is to lack a place. It is the indefinite process of being absent and in search of a proper. The moving about that the city mutliplies and concentrates makes the city itself an immense social experience of lacking a place -- an experience that is, to be sure, broken up into countless tiny deportations (displacements and walks), compensated for by the relationships and intersections of these exoduses that intertwine and create an urban fabric, and placed under the sign of what ought to be, ultimately, the place but is only a name, the City...a universe of rented spaces haunted by a nowhere or by dreamed-of places.

He stayed inside his perfect silence, hung on the stopped, forward edge of nowhere

Maybe, someday we all will come out of those beautiful and warm shelters we have built around us and open our arms to the storms, smiling at them. Maybe, we all will finally let them take us all and throw in the middle of nowhere. Where nobody knows each other anymore, and we are all strangers again.

Happy roads is bunk. Weary roads is right. Get you nowhere fast. That's where I've got__owhere. Where everyone lands in the end, even if most of the suckers won't admit it.