Quotes About Sanctuary

You are a willing conspirator in his dreams. Understandably. He offered you sanctuary when you solely needed it. He wants to train you for a purpose, this is clear. And if you go along with that, without knowing all the facts, that is the fault of your silence rather than Taropat's secrecy, surely.

I thought he'd run if he knew. Instead, he offered help, not that I believed he could possibly help. I thought he'd turn his back, close his heart, slink away. Instead, he promised sanctuary.

Everyone needs a place to be honest.

A sanctuary (ca. 6200 B.C.) contained four men's skulls deposited under the bulls' heads fastened to the walls. One wall is decorated with paintings depicting vultures with anthropomorphic legs attacking a decapitated man. This must certainly represent an important mythico-ritual complex, the meaning of which unfortunately escapes us.

Back in the sanctuary, the Reb concluded his taped message by saying, "Please love one another, talk to one another, don't let trivialities dissolve friendships…" Then he sang a simple tune, which translated to: "Good-bye friends, good-bye friends, good-bye, good-bye, see you again, see you again, good-bye." The congregation, one last time, joined in. You could say it was the loudest prayer of his career. But I always knew he'd go out with a song.

My dad barely moved. He never asked what happened. But to this day, I can still feel his waist in my wet grip, and the comfort it gave me. For many years, that was my peception of fatherhood, a place where a child can find sanctuary. Perhaps this is why I took over the orphanage. Perhaps I've grown into my father that way.

He kept the outside world at bay by keeping the inside world at hand.

In Sapienta Umbraculum — in Wisdom, Shelter

This place is a mystery. A sanctuary. Every book, every volume you see, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it & the soul of those who read it & lived it & dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down it's pages, it's spirit grows & strengthens. In this place, books no longer remembered by anyone, books that are lost in time, live forever, waiting for the day when they will reach a new reader's hands, a new spirit...

My favourite place in the whole city was the Sempere & Sons bookshop on Calle Santa Anna. It smelled of old paper and dust and it was my sanctuary, my refuge.

This is a place of mystery, Daniel, a sanctuary. Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down it's pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.

The minister's gratitude had earned me a first-class ticket and the velvet sanctuary of a private compartment. Even in those dark days the last thing lost among professionals was courtesy.

This is a place of mystery, Daniel, a sanctuary. Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those

Supo entonces que sobre aquella roca empezaría a construir un santuario, un cementerio de ideas e invenciones, de palabras y prodigios que crecería sobre las cenizas [...] y que algún día albergaría la mayor de las bibliotecas, aquella en la que toda obra perseguida o despreciada por la ignorancia y la malicia de los hombres iría a parar a la espera de volver a encontrar al lector que todo libro lleva dentro.

Îmi spui mie È™i eu o s? te duc într-un loc secret unde c?rÈ›ile nu mor niciodat? È™i unde nimeni nu le poate distruge.

el último refugio, es un pequeño anexo del alma al que, cuando el mundo naufraga en su absurda comedia, uno siempre puede correr a encerrarse y extraviar la llave.

Este lugar es un misterio, Daniel, un santuario. Cada libro que ves tiene alma. El alma de quien lo escribió, y el alma de quienes lo leyeron y vivieron y soñaron con el. Cada vez que un libro cambia de manos, cada vez que alguien desliza la mirada por sus paginas, su espíritu crece y se hace fuerte

Questo luogo è un mistero, Daniel, un santuario. Ogni libro, ogni volume che vedi possiede un'anima, l'anima di chi lo ha scritto e di coloro che lo hanno letto, di chi ha vissuto e di chi ha sognato grazie a esso. Ogni volta che un libro cambia proprietario, ogni volta che un nuovo sguardo ne sfiora le pagine, il suo spirito acquista forza.

Questo posto è un mistero, Julian. Un santuario. Ogni libro, ogni volume che vedi, ha un 'anima. L'anima di chi l'ha scritto, e l'anima di coloro che l'hanno letto e hanno vissuto e sognato con lui. Ogni volta che un libro cambia di mano, ogni volta che qualcuno fa scivolare lo sguardo sulle sue pagine, il suo spirito cresce e si rafforza.

This is a place of mystery, Daniel, a sanctuary. Every volume, every book you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down it's pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.

This is a place of mystery, Daniel, a sanctuary. Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul.

This is a place of mystery, Daniel, a sanctuary. Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens

Ese lugar, el último refugio, es un pequeño anexo del alma al que, cuando el mundo naufraga en su absurda comedia, uno siempre puede correr a encerrarse y extraviar la llave.

Let's go into the sanctuary or the adult Sunday school room