Quotes About Sanctuary

Awww, 'tis the refuge we take when the unreality of the world weighs too heavy on our tiny heads.

I would not think that philosophy and reason themselves will be man's guide in the foreseeable future; however, they will remain the most beautiful sanctuary they have always been for the select few

Each book was a world unto itself, and in it I took refuge.

Let us run into a safe harbor.

The only place where you can regain lost paradises

We must understand that the local church isn't a country club or a casual self-help group. It is God's holy temple, a congregation of redeemed saints and priests who are consecrated to God. It is God's lighthouse in a dark world. It is "the pillar and support of the truth.

We need to fix Washington, D.C. and states need to fix their sanctuary policies. That's the problem.

The ocean is so powerful and so healing at the same time. It's kind of like a sanctuary. And the culture of the people in surfing, I love that. It's such a community. It's just got this, like, chill way about it. When you're in the water, it's very inclusive.

When I used to see things in the newspapers, going onto the pitch was the best way to get away from it.

My happy place is my bedroom. I love it.

Everybody needs a safe place, and it should be their home.

The football field, I'd definitely say that's my safe place.

For me, my home is a peaceful place where I can rest, and it gives me back energy.

My closet is my happy place.

Any old place I can hang my hat is home sweet home to me.

We were brought up with having a love of your garden, having somewhere you can go in, it's your little sanctuary, you can go there and you can switch off.

A dressing room is both a personal space and a workspace. It changes with the flick of a switch: turn on the relay - the speaker linked to microphones in the auditorium - and you're at work; when that's off, it's your sanctuary.

If we had an immigration policy, sanctuary cities would not be the symptom that manifests itself.

And for the next long years of my life, I tried to remember only the reading, not the terrible things that happened to me as I came and went up and down the stairs. The library became my sanctuary. I loved the ways the precious stories took shape but always had room to be read again. I became fascinated with how writers did that. How did they make a story feel so complete and yet to open-ended? It was like painting a picture that changed each time you looked at it.

I hear them, the fallen priest and the lady. Their footsteps sound like the soft hush of rain over the stone floors.

I forced a swift smile, then turned back to my glass, salvation and sanctuary viniferously bundled into one.

LAST HAVEN TAVERN.

Donald Grey Barnhouse was one who set an example of combining gospel preaching with humble prayer. He often could be found in the sanctuary on Saturdays, kneeling beside each pew, thinking about the people who often sat there, and asking God to bless them with the following day's sermon.

The world inside his head was so much better than the world outside his head.