Quotes About Shelter

Of course, you need protecting.

If you look at the Earth without architecture, it's sometimes a little bit unpleasant. So there is this basic human need to do shelter in the broadest sense of the word, whether it's a movie theater or a simple log cabin in the mountains. This is the core of architecture: To provide a space for human beings.

I think that there will always be a need for Housing and Urban Development.

There is sometimes a tendency to assume that everyone in this great country has adequate housing. But when you go to certain places, certain neighborhoods, both urban and rural, you find out that's not the case, and I think we have to do much more.

We just can't stop people from being homeless if that's their choice.

We can stop the cycle of animal homelessness and save lives by opening our hearts and homes to a loving cat or dog from an animal shelter instead of buying animals from breeders or pet shops.

It is wonderful to be in the country in a glass house, because no matter what happens out there, you're nice and safe, you know, cuddled in your little bed, and there it is, raging storms, snowing - wonderful.

What is that?" "It's a gazebo." Calred sounded amused. "Why would you want a structure like that? It's completely indefensible." "That's true. I can't think of a single time in history a gazebo withstood a siege.

She sought to immediately address a hierarchy of needs: food, clothing, shelter, identity through lineage, and, most centrally, an affirmation of worthiness.

Yes, liquor is the thin white coat of paint you wash over the cracks in your foundation. Makes any rotten house livable for a few hours. Sometimes days.

I've always had a huge dream of opening an animal shelter.

Singin' In the Rain might get you through an anxious week or two, but it won't get you through an anxious life. For that you need either a brain transplant (the only procedure of its kind, it has been said, in which it is better to be a donor than a recipient), a fully stocked bomb shelter, or a thorough adjustment of your perspective on existential risk and reward.

You never have to be scared of the trials but of standing alone in the trials without shelter (Allah's help).

Some primitive peoples, like the Veddahs of Ceylon, had no dwellings at all, and were content with the earth and the sky; some, like the Tasmanians, slept in hollow trees; some, like the natives of New South Wales, lived in caves; others, like the Bushmen, built here and there a wind-shelter of branches, or, more rarely, drove piles into the soil and covered their tops with moss and twigs.

Hapishaneler Hukukun ta?lar?yla in?a edilir, Kerhaneler Dinin tu?lalar?yla

Home is where the house is.

Yes, perhaps what she was looking for among the children was shelter. Their light precarious breath, their small hands holding one's own. And the fact that only important things are important to them. Love, for example, she can't help still believing in it, somewhat. When doubts came--love, what is it? can it help to shift a single speck of dust?--then sometimes she thought back to the little schoolhouse...

I don't need a whole lot to be happy now. You want to have a roof over your head, to have a car, to have Internet. You need to have Internet, that's just, there's just no other way. Like your house is not really actually a habitable house if it doesn't have Internet. You could live without water or trash, but not without Internet. -- young, Emerging Adults interviewed on their lifestyle.

The house must be a sanctuary.

Her father wanted to insulate her, to shelter her from harm, and in doing so he denied her the inoculation required to survive.

If I am honest...I will say that I simply need a warm, dry place to live. I want enough food to eat, clothes, and shoes that will protect me from the cold. I want calmness and order. More than anything, I want to feel safe in my bed.

Our houses are palaces to those who have none.

The animal merely makes a bed, which he warms with his body in a sheltered place; but man, having discovered fire, boxes up some air in a spacious apartment, and warms that, instead of robbing himself, makes that his bed, in which he can move about divested of more cumbrous clothing, maintain a kind of summer in the midst of winter, and by means of windows even admit the light and with a lamp lengthen out the day.

Listen to the one who has not been wounded, the one who says, 'It is not good that man should be alone.' Recall your longing to the loneliness where it was born, so that when she appears, she will stand before you, not against you. Refine your longing here, in the small silver music of her preparations, under the low-built shelter of repentance.