Quotes About Shelter

He could only say the one thing he was afraid to say: Will you hide in my house, master?

The stream of fugitives swelled to a flood, and anxious army officers kept inquiring: "What must be done with slaves, arriving almost daily? Are we to find food and shelter for women and children?

I don't think you're aloud to be homeschooled if you don't have a home.

Street people use cardboard all the time, and bum alleys are just shanties or lean-tos, though. They're nothing like my house! Mine is deluxe! It's a big, thick, super sturdy refrigerator box that I found at an appliance store!

My job was to create a shelf, a platform. Scaffolding. To fill the air around her with a structure. Something safe.

This is the true nature of home—it is the place of peace: the shelter, not only from all injury, but from all terror, doubt and division … —John Ruskin, Sesame and Lilies

He wanted to offer her the comfort of his home, shelter in his arms, pleasure from his body.

PRECIOUS FATHER, you are the almighty Lord of the universe, and yet you are my friend. May I not grieve your Spirit but rather return the love that you have given me without reservation. I give you my heart, Lord. Thank you for walking with me during difficult times. I rejoice in the peace and shelter of your love that comes only from knowing you.   IT IS BUT RIGHT THAT OUR HEARTS SHOULD BE ON GOD, WHEN THE HEART OF GOD IS SO MUCH ON US. Richard Baxter (1615-1691)

Each evening, I ached for the shelter of my tent, for the smallest sense that something was shielding me from the entire rest of the world, keeping me safe not from danger, but from vastness itself. I loved the dim, clammy dark of my tent, the cozy familiarity of the way I arranged my few belongings all around me each night.

An ancient maple-tree, a strong sweet tree That has made wild music from the wind and snow For ninety winters; a maple-tree whose arms, Stretching against the rain, the bouncing hail, Has sheltered multitudes of travellers And straggling hosts of elders, wayworn, palsied, And weary with the day,—for ninety summers.

Everyone needs air, water, food, shelter, and clothing all the time, Monday. Everyone needs care when they're sick or hurt, love when they're sad or scared, someone to tell them no or stop when they're being unsafe. Everything else people need sometimes—and it's a lot—is special. All of us have special needs.

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

The home should be the treasure chest of living.

The difference, I think, is that in Vietnam, people seem to have no choice about the kind of house they live in. They may want to fix the roof, but they can't do much about it, so they fight each other for a dry spot on the floor away from all the leaks.

One under a tree, one under a bush, one under the water.

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 last safe place is safe no more.

The last safe place may not be a safe place after all.

Don't you see?' he asked. 'I'm not just the island's facilitator. I'm the island's parent. I keep this library far away from the people under my care, so that they will never be disturbed by the world's terrible secrets.

How I hate the sight of an umbrella!

He took me to visit the safe house he had created for young people who were affected by drugs, alcohol, and violence in their homes.

Quicker than the eye can see, however, "people who cannot be housed by private enterprise" have been turned into a statistical group with peculiar shelter requirements, like prisoners, on the basis of one statistic: their income. To carry out the rest of the answer, this statistical group becomes a special collection of guinea pigs for Utopians to mess around with.

You need a cat," Lula said. "A cat?" "Yeah. I read an article online about how people are getting therapy cats on account of cats are good companions. We could go to the shelter and pick one out for you." "That's a big responsibility. I don't think I'm ready for a cat." "Well, your life can't be all that bad if you don't want a cat." "A cat isn't going to fix my job.