Quotes About Retreat

Eliza made her desperate retreat across the river just in the dusk of twilight. The gray mist of evening, rising slowly from the river, enveloped her as she disappeared up the bank, and the swollen current and floundering masses of ice presented a hopeless barrier between her and her pursuer.

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...

But sometimes children do not connect or reconnect so easily. They may feel so isolated that they retreat into a corner, or come out aggressively with both arms swinging. They may be annoying, obnoxious, or downright infuriating as they try desperately to signal us that they need more connection. These situations call for creating more playtime, not doling out punishment or leaving the lonely child all alone.

The cabin was like a production designer's idea of a mountain retreat. All that was missing was an elk's head mounted on the stone fireplace.

I know now what lies across the land, the slow and heavy weight. They call it faith, but it is not faith. It is fear. The people have clapped a shelter over their heads, a necessity of ignorance, a passion of retreat, and they have called it God, and worshiped it.

I entrench myself in books equally against sorrow and the weather.

The classic decision is always the same, whether to retreat or go on. There comes a time when it is easier to continue upward, when the summit, in fact, is the only way out. At such a moment one must still have strength.

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that couples often fall into a pattern of demand and retreat—most often, the woman demands and the man retreats. This dynamic has arisen, she says, because men have less to gain by changing their behavior, while women are more likely to want to alter the status quo—which means they also initiate more fights.

Any intelligent woman would have made a dignified retreat, but this was New Jersey, where dignity always runs a poor second to the pleasure of getting in someone's face.

Clara and I retraced our steps and returned to the speakeasy. Josh and Carl were playing checkers in the dim light. "Who's winning?" I asked. "Carl is winning," Glo said. "If we don't let him win he pitches a tantrum and throws the checkers all around the room.

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.

She grew more and more silent about what really mattered. She curled inside herself like one of those black chimney brushes, the little shellfish you see on the beach, and you touch them, and then go inside and don't come out.

Some of my closest friends know that when I worry about something or when I'm upset, I close myself off and stay in my room. I watch movies and I don't get out of bed.

We need above all, I think, a certain remoteness from urban confusion.

If in your mind it was possible to take a year's sabbatical from work to reassess your life, what would you do and where would you go?

I have such difficulty calming down - my stomach, my head, reality, everything. That is the reason I live in Faro.

Go back into your yesterdays, at times, and bathe your mind in the beautiful memories of past love. It will soften the influence of the present worries and annoyances. It will give you a source of escape from the unpleasant realities of life and maybe—who knows?—your mind will yield to you, during this temporary retreat into the world of . . . plans which may change the entire financial or spiritual status of your life.

Many people feel that when they are overwhelmed or lose focus, they need to retreat into themselves and shut out the world. They think that there is greater merit and virtue in figuring things out alone. That doesn't work for me. I find myself, and activate my greatest creative capacities, in relationship with the beautiful diversity of other human beings.

lived in San Francisco since 2007. Instead, he bought a cabin in rural Truckee,

It is the mythic experience, the mythic imagination that opens, reveals depth and mystery, which places the human in the context of the nonhuman, and so, forces retreat, humility, and awe, in the presence of spaces beyond our will.

I like to go to my simple cottage by the ocean or, really, any beach!

I'm not one that really soaks up the limelight. I'm OK with kind of escaping it.