Quotes About Shelter

I work and I volunteer at North Shore Animal League, so I'm at a shelter environment every single week. And I see these senior pets sitting there looking, craning their necks looking outside of their cages waiting for their person to come back. So I always say check out the adult animals that are there first.

I believe that people, regardless of their station in life, should be able to sit down at a table to a meal - inside away from the heat and cold, the rain and the snow.

O how abundant is your goodness that you have laid up for those who fear you, and accomplished for those who take refuge in you, in the sight of everyone! In the shelter of your presence you hide them from human plots; you hold them safe under your shelter from contentious tongues.

Everyone needs an emotional foxhole. A place to hide when life's storms hit.

My father served in Vietnam. When I was young he told me that everyone needs an emotional foxhole. A place to hide when life's storms hit.

Buddha's words: A tree is a wondrous thing that shelters, feeds, and protects all living things. It even offers shade to the axmen who destroy it.

Public housing's original purpose was to give shelter not to those too poor to afford it but to those who could afford decent housing but couldn't find it because none was available.

public housing was mostly for working- and lower-middle-class white families. It was not heavily subsidized, and tenants paid the full cost of operations with their rent. Public housing's original purpose was to give shelter not to those too poor to afford it but to those who could afford decent housing but couldn't find it because none was available.

Don't we all seek Guarida, safe haven?

I liked the rain. It was interesting to look at, and I enjoyed the feeling of shelter on a rainy day. When

Men like Neff and Hensman lived between raindrops and worked under eaves.

He asked with the eyes more than the lips for a shelter for the night

Home is the place where, when you have to go there, They have to take you in.' 'I should have called it Something you somehow haven't to deserve.

It sounds on paper the slightest of shelters for the most powerful of predators. A hole in a snowdrift, sealed by more snow, scarcely seems sufficiently substantial to provide privacy and protection for one of the largest truly carnivorous mammals on Earth. And yet, the hostile environment is an impediment to all but the most curious and determined, and the monochrome surroundings render the dens invisible to all but the keenest, most experienced eyes.

But Churchill lies directly in the path of polar bears that migrate from summer shelter to the coast of Hudson Bay in anticipation of the bay's waters freezing; it was one thing to have experienced, as I had on several occasions, a moose lying in the driveway or walking down the street, but the prospect of a large and hungry carnivore lurking around the corner seeming to me an entirely different proposition.

I still don't see why we couldn't sleep in that cave," Mari said as MacRieve led her out into the night. "Because my cave's better than their cave.

When drops from the canopy kissed her face, he drew his wings over his head, creating a shelter. "I've always room for you too.

I could feel the warmth of his presence as if a soft blanket had been wrapped around my soul, around my heart. It held me and protected me. It sheltered me and I knew I wasn't alone anymore.

We walked in wisdom with our shadows, in search of the dead part of ourselves, which would be our shelter.

It was good to be a stranger in a land when you felt aggressive and acquisitive, but when you began to weave your horizons into some kind of shelter it was good to know that hands you loved had helped in their spinning - made you feel as if the threads would hold together better.

Like picnics—only when you're sure of a good roof over your head would you even think of eating out of doors, of making a song and dance about eating under a tree.

Life is like a river flowing between the two banks of pain and suffering. Everything runs perfectly when we stay in the river, but we insist on grasping at pain and suffering as we pass them, as if the banks offer us safety and shelter.

In the dark I rest, unready for the light which dawns day after day, eager to be shared. Black silk, shelter me. I need more of the night before I open eyes and heart to illumination. I must still grow in the dark like a root not ready, not ready at all.

Some kids don't know where they'll spend the night. How can we expect them to focus on learning?