Quotes About Sanctuary

There are places in my heart...where no living soul...has...or can ever...trespass.

Die Sufis sagen, "die Kaaba, der heilige Ort, das Paradies ist das Herz des Menschen." Deswegen respektieren sie jedes Herz. Jedes Herz ist ihre Kaaba, ihr Heiligtum. Sie verbeugen sich vor dem Menschenherzen, denn in diesem Herzen lebt Gott. (S. 240)

Home is a sacred place within the mind, when you are there what is wonderful is normality.

she fought to keep the ugly, chaotic world at bay and to keep a sweet, pretty corner to live in.

I crawled into my books and pulled the pages up over my head. (A Monstrous Regiment of Women)

I crawled into my book and pulled the pages over my head...

After the war Cairo became a sanctuary for Nazis, who advised the military and the government. The rise of the Islamist movement coincided with the decline of fascism, but they overlapped in Egypt, and the germ passed into a new carrier.

Home's where you go when you run out of homes.

When trouble strikes, head to the library. You will either be able to solve the problem, or simply have something to read as the world crashes down around you.

This story is about the Baudelaires. And they are the sort of people who know that there's always something. Something to invent, something to read, something to bite, and something to do, to make a sanctuary, no matter how small. And for this reason, I am happy to say, the Baudelaires were very fortunate indeed.

As I'm sure you know, to be in one's own room, in one's own bed, can often make a bleak situation a little better

In his library he had been always sure of leisure and tranquility; and though prepared, as he told Elizabeth, to meet with folly and conceit in every other room in the house, he was used to be free from them there

They'd retreated to the country with two passports only. From the outside it looked like death. People could pound the walls all they wanted, but they'd never find the door. Nobody could guess at the gardens inside.

Every unwanted animal ends up on my farm: alpacas and horses and dogs and cats and chickens and ducks and parrots and fish and guinea pigs.

We carved it in stone: no matter the place of your birth or the hue of your skin, you can live in California in safety, dignity, and, yes, sanctuary.

I used to make a nest in the closet of my bedroom with pillows and blankets and a flashlight and a book. My own tiny world, sacred and inviolate, where I could reign entirely at my own whim and discretion.

KetoPet Sanctuary (KPS): El KPS, creado por la Fundación Epigenix, hace lo posible por salvar a perros con cáncer terminal incurable. Su objetivo no consiste en ofrecer tratamientos de residencia a perros terminales. Por supuesto, cuidan y aman a los animales, pero en lugar de abandonarlos a su suerte, KPS les ofrece innovadores tratamientos contra el cáncer, basados en el metabolismo, equivalentes a los diseñados para humanos.

My gods dwell in temples made with hands.

A chap's bedroom – you can't get way from it – is his castle, and he has every right to look askance if gargoyles come glaring in at him.

The safe places could only be visited; they could only grant a momentary intuition of sanctuary. The moment always came when we had to return to our real life to face the wounds and grief indigenous to our homr by the river.

Pine trees with low limbs spread over fresh snow made a stronger vault for the spirit than pews and pulpits ever could.

"Every value is to be set according to the sanctuary shekel, twenty gerahs to the shekel."

Hell, New Jersey, it said on the letter. Delivered without comment. So be it! Run from it, if you will. So be it. (Winds that enshroud us in their folds—or no wind). So be it. Pull at the doors, of a hot afternoon, doors that the wind holds, wrenches from our arms—and hands. So be it. The Library is sanctuary to our fears. So be it. So be it.—the wind that has tripped us, pressed upon us, prurient or upon the prurience of our fears—laughter fading. So be it.

For isn't that what our homes are ultimately, our fantasies made corporeal, our secret selves exposed? The converse is also true: we grow to become that which we live within.