Quotes About Sanctuary

Though omnipotence may seem to be endangered by the threshold passages and life awakenings, protective power is always and ever present within the sanctuary of the heart and even immanent within, or just behind, the unfamiliar features of the world. One has only to know and trust, and the ageless guardians will appear. Having responded to his own call, and continuing to follow courageously as the consequences unfold, the hero finds all the forces of the unconscious at his side.

Her soul belongs ?to words and? books. Every time she ?reads she ?is home

He had so many ways of climbing into the tree house in his head, escaping the madness below, and pulling the ladder up behind him...

I learned how important it is to have a home that's in order - that's peaceful.

The 4th Amendment and the personal rights it secures have a long history. At the very core stands the right of a man to retreat into his own home and there be free from unreasonable governmental intrusion.

But when physical appearance evades the scrutiny of our senses and enters the sanctuary of our hearts, then it can forget itself. I know, from my childhood's experience, how devotion is beauty itself, in its inner aspect.

Consciously or unconsciously, I may have done many things that were un-true, but I have never uttered anything false in my poetry ? that is the sanctuary where the deepest truths of my life find refuge.

But when the physical appearance evades the scrutiny of our senses and enters the sanctuary of our hearts, then it can forget itself. I know, from my childhood's experience, how devotion is beauty itself, in its inner aspect.

We need to secure the border and build the wall; we need to end sanctuary cities, deport criminals, and bring law and order back to this country.

Donald Trump is right - we must secure the border and end sanctuary cities.

Boxing has always been like a sanctuary for me. It's been a place that I could go and be somebody.

Now, one of the most essential branches of English liberty is the freedom of one's house.

Brooklyn is kind of my writer's retreat.

Society in its wisdom has found ways of constructing refuges of all kinds

A man's library is a sort of harem.

Home is where the heart is. Home is the quality of presence. It's the quality of being. Home is always here.

David talked often about how discouraged or fearful he would become at times. Then he would interject these words, But then I entered the sanctuary... Being in God's presence affects all other relationships for the better. To have first seen her husband in prayer surely remained a cherish moment for Rebekah.

When rivers flooded, when fire fell from the sky, what a fine place the library was, the many rooms, the books. With luck, no one found you. How could they!--when you were off to Tanganyika in '98, Cairo in 1812, Florence in 1492!?

He felt the tremble . . . Why? But she was bigger, stronger, more intelligent than himself, wasn't she? Did she, too, feel that intangible menace, that groping out of darkness, that crouching malignancy down below? Was there, then, no strength in growing up? No solace in being an adult? No sanctuary in life? No fleshly citadel strong enough to withstand the scrabbling assault of midnights? Doubts flushed him.

Was there, then, no strength in growing up? No solace in being an adult? No sanctuary in life? No fleshly citadel strong enough to withstand the scrabbling assault of midnights?

Thinking a man good, we risk his duplicity. Thinking a man bad, we deny sanctuary.

Was there, then, no strength in growing up? No solace in being an adult? No sanctuary in life? No fleshly citadel strong enough to withstand the scrabbling assault of midnights? Doubts flushed him. Ice cream lived again in his throat, stomach, spine and limbs; he was instantly cold as a wind out of December gone.

He realised he and his mother were alone. Her hand trembled. He felt the tremble. Why? But she was bigger, stronger, more intelligent than himself, wasn't she? Did she, too, feel that intangible menace? That groaning out of darkness? That crouching malignancy down below? Was there, then, no strength in growing up? No solace in being an adult? No sanctuary in life? No fleshly citadel strong enough to withstand the scrabbling assaults of midnights? Doubts flushed him.

midst of Your temple. Psalm 48:9