Quotes About Shelter

I think as I look at the foamy white clouds How wonderful it would be to live among them And to have their protecting films as shelter To float along through eternity, Never to have the stress and turmoil of the earth disrupt my life. Always to be detached from the earth's pulling forces Just to be alone with the elements. The elements--the one thing human minds can't control Always moving as they like.

Some of us need more protection than others.

Farmer would say, Clean water and health care and school and food and tin roofs and cement floors, all of these things should constitute a set of basics that people must have a birthrights.

Do not ask the name of the person who asks you for a bed for a night. He whose name is a burden to him needs shelter more than any one.

Do not inquire the name of him who asks a shelter of you. The very man who is embarrassed by his name is the one who needs shelter.

Do not inquire he name if him who asks a shelter of you. The very man who's embarrassed by his name is the one who needs shelter

Do not ask the name of the person who asks you for a bed for the night. He whose name is a burden to him needs shelter more than anyone.

Oh! oh! he said, with a smile; to all appearance, this is a great crime which all the world commits. These are hypocrisies which have taken fright, and are in haste to make protest and to put themselves under shelter.

There was a parking ticket on her windshield. She rolled down her window and reached out, yanking the paper from beneath the rusted windshield wiper. She wadded it into a ball and tossed it out the window. To her mind, ticketing this rattrap and expecting to get paid was like leaving a bill on the pillow at a homeless shelter.

For as long as I can remember, books have been my safe place

You were supposed to be safe in your own home, with your parents. They were supposed to protect you from the dangers outside.

somewhere close we can hide him." *   *   * "This is not a good idea," Gaëtan said. "Hurry," Isabelle said harshly. They were in the

The only thing that remained was the only thing that mattered: love—the kind that could be found in the darkness when all pretenses had disappeared, the kind born of pain and despair and hope, the kind that was a shelter in the storm.

You are my strong tower Shelter over me Beautiful and mighty Everlasting King You are my strong tower Fortress when I'm weak Your name is true and holy And Your face is all I seek

Sheltered spots tend to increase your fear, the fear of the unknown perils of outside, a fear that simply regenerates and reinforces itself until it becomes overwhelming, making you incapable of drawing conclusions about what's really taking place outside.

No calamity will ever bring only evil to us, if we will immediately take it in fervent prayer to God. Even as we take shelter beneath a tree during a downpour of rain, we may unexpectedly find fruit on its branches. And when we flee to God, taking refuge beneath the shadow of His wing, we will always find more in Him than we have ever before seen or known.

We´re eternal lonely in search for shelter in the life of another, cause we know that even the death we are alone.

Help when you can. Shelter when you have room. Guide when you know where to go, and be patient with the slow.

Everywhere you hang your hat is home. Home is the bright cave under the hat.

The Harriet Tubman Home became the only charity outside New York City dedicated to the shelter and care of African Americans in the state. The main brick building, John Brown Hall, also known as the John Brown Infirmary

The ego—one's sense of self—is an abstract concept; it's hard to define it concretely. Picture it as a house built brick by brick. It protects you from the stresses of the outside world, providing a metaphorical home to shelter in—a safe place.

It was one of those nights that's a really good time to have four walls and a door to close.

I have to go," I said. "Thanks for the tents." I ran all the way back in the rain. But… back to what? It wasn't like this rented patch of dirt was any kind of shelter. It wasn't really much of anything. But just at the moment, it was all we had. I had no choice but to think of it as home.

Come forward. Come in from the summer heat and the flies. Come in from that assault on all senses, that pummelling of rod and cone and drum and cilia. Come in from the great spotlight of the sun, sweeping across the white sands, making everyone, and therefore no one, a star. Come inside and meet the prologue.