Quotes About Refuge

However deep you dig a well it affords no refuge in the time of flood.

My generation had never known a world without the OASIS. To us, it was much more than a game or an entertainment platform. It had been an integral part of our lives for as far back as we could remember. We'd been born into an ugly world, and the OASIS was our one happy refuge.

I took my time, running my fingers along the spines of books, stopping to pull a title from the shelf and inspect it. A sense of well-being flowed through me as I circled the ground floor. It was better than meditation or a new pair of shoes- or even chocolate. My life was a disaster, but there were still books. Lots and lots of books. A refuge. A solace. Each one offering the possibility of a new beginning.

My life was a disaster, but there were still books. Lots and lots of books. A refuge. A solace. Each one offering the possibility of a new beginning. Had

A bald man felt the sun's fierce rays Scorch his defenseless head, In haste to shun the noontide blaze Beneath a palm he fled: Prone as he lay, a heavy fruit Crashed through his drowsy brain: Whom fate has sworn to persecute Finds every refuge vain.

Wherever you write is supposed to be a little bit of a refuge, a place where you can get away from the world. The more closed in you are, the more you're forced back on your own imagination.

Islands are emblematic not only of solitude but of refuge and sanctuary, the way a small boat is an island in rough seas.

In relating the circumstances which have led to my confinement within this refuge for the demented, I am aware that my present position will create a natural doubt of the authenticity of my narrative.

Now, as the baying of that dead, fleshless monstrosity grows louder and louder, and the stealthy whirring and flapping of those accursed web-wings circles closer and closer, I shall seek with my revolver the oblivion which is my only refuge from the unnamed and unnamable.

My dear friends, my dear disciples, don't take refuge in anything outside of you.

En tiempos de desertización, en que el mundo ha dejado de ser habitable buscamos refugios en los oasis... pero corremos el peligro de que, en nuestra fuga hacia el oaiss, llevemos los zapatos llenos de la arena del desierto

I adore my houses - they're my refuge - but I detest more and more Saint-Tropez where it's impossible to live: invaded by tourists, social evenings, all of which I avoid and which terrorises me.

May my life be like a great hospitable tree, and may weary wanderers find in me a rest.

Step by step will those who trust Him find that 'God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.'

My hope is in you, Lord. Be my refuge, for You are my strength.... Into Your hands, Lord, I commend my spirit. You have redeemed me, Lord, God of Truth.

No matter that patriotism is too often the refuge of scoundrels. Dissent, rebellion, and all-around hell-raising remain the true duty of patriots.

We take refuge in pride, because we are afraid to tell the truth to ourselves.

When you are tired of life, come to Haven. And someone will kill you.

Outside, the stars looked as if they were dancing around the moon, and it was as if all beauty and even life itself had taken refuge in the heavenly bodies.

Love is a little haven of refuge from the world.

Not to get overly psychological about this, but it's probably why I became an actress in the first place: for that kind of freedom and refuge, as well as for the fact that I just love acting so much.

Whoever fears the LORD has a secure fortress, and for their children it will be a refuge. PROVERBS 14:26

Come, live in me!" Jesus invites. "Make my home your home." Odds are that you know what it means to be at home somewhere. To be at home is to feel safe. The residence is a place of refuge and security. To be at home is to be comfortable. You can pad around wearing slippers and a robe. To be at home is to be familiar. When you enter the door, you needn't consult the blueprint to find the kitchen.

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the spaces between the notes and curl my back to loneliness. In my rented room (cooking privileges down the hall), I would play a record, then put my arms around the shoulder of the song. As we danced, glued together, I would nuzzle into its neck, kissing the skin, and rubbing its cheek with my own.