Quotes About Shelter

Building a home for neglected senior citizens is my long time dream.

Well, actually, if you can stay in your home that is a better deal for the neighborhood. It's certainly a better deal for the person that is in their home, rather than to be on the street and for that house to go into foreclosure and become a problem for the whole community.

There is such a shelter in each other.

Everyone knows what a penny dropped form the top of the Empire State Building can do. So if it started to rain pennies, millions of pennies, and these tiny bronze disks were streaking to the earth, catching the sunlight, the bronze rain would explode into the pavement and leave craters and you would run for cover. And there you would be, hiding under some overhand with everyone else who has run for cover, pressed in against the other bodies taking shelter. If it started raining money.

Alone in her shelter, she allowed herself tears. When her shelter cooled to the touch she called to Gull, "Coming out!" She eased her head out into the smoky air, looked over at Gull. She imaged they both looked like a couple of sweaty, parboiled turtles climbing out of their shells. "Hello, gorgeous." She laughed. It hurt her throat, but she laughed. "Hey, handsome.

I went wherever I could that wasn't there. Most of the time, though, I came here. I sheltered in place, but I kept looking for somewhere or something else. I'm not sure I knew, until you, that it was more than that for me, more than sheltering in place. It was my place, my home. Nothing she can do will change that.

What the hell do we do now?" she shot at Keegan. "Get out of the fecking rain, to start.

until he had the house closed in. So, he'd feed him

He was just another user claiming the mantle of a Good Christian. Like so many of the world bullies and abusers, choosing to find shelter in the faith -- using their religiosity as both shield and sword.

He was just another user claiming the mantle of a "Good Christian." Like so many of the world's bullies and abusers, choosing to find shelter in the faith—using their religiosity as both shield and sword.)

It is safe in here in the eye of the storm.

The window was all sky without colour. The house had lost its shelter. It was night before roads were made, or houses. It was the night that dwellers in caves had watched from some high place among rocks. Then the curtain rose. They spoke.

Was there no safety? No learning by heart of the ways of the world? No guide, no shelter, but all was miracle, and leaping from the pinnacle of a tower into the air? Could it be, even for elderly people, that this was life?—startling, unexpected, unknown?

Them cool green leaves Is waitin' to shelter me O, little tree!

Desperate and without other options as she'd openly admitted. As desperate as I am to have a roof

There is no comfort anywhere for anyone who dreads to go home.

Who else but you shelters guys like me and Adam from the storms of our lives? Angels are warriors, you know.

It always made me sad that there were kids who didn't have homes.

and head north, toward the shelter offered by Paranaguá Bay.

They had settled next to the creatures to find shelter from the violent storm and enough warmth to sustain them through the night.

but there had also been an intense comfort in being close together, like small animals sheltered deep in their den.

Like small animals sheltered deep in their den

The heavy rain beat down the tender branches of vine and jessamine, and trampled on them in its fury; and when the lightning gleamed, it showed the tearful leaves shivering and cowering together at the window, and tapping at it urgently, as if beseeching to be sheltered from the dismal night.

When I speak of home, I speak of the place where in default of a better--those I love are gathered together; and if that place where a gypsy's tent, or a barn, I should call it by the same good name notwithstanding.