Quotes About Dwelling

The house felt more like a body—softer, more mortal and organic—than like a building

It's quite nice to have a place to leave things. You can be a permanent gypsy, but it's nice to go home.

This time, however, it is not that I care for this dwelling; it is only because it is pretty and uncommon, and the sketch will be an interesting souvenir.

Glorious Holy Spirit, when I consider that You had a role in Creation, it means You also had a role in making me! And now You dwell in me! Thank You for this truth. Do make me ever-increasingly grateful to You for being my Creator. In Jesus's name, amen.

The sleep that flits on baby's eyes --- does anybody know from where it comes ? Yes, there is a rumour that it has its dwelling where, in the fairy village among shadows of the forest dimly lit with glow-worms, there hang two timid buds of enchantment. From there it comes to kiss baby's eyes.

y allí donde existía una morada estable se presenta una construcción imaginaria, forma que depende sólo del pensamiento —como erigida toda y solamente en la imaginación.

My relationship with God is intimate and personal. The Christian does not go to the temple to worship. The Christian takes the temple with him or her. Jesus lifts us beyond the building and pays the human body the highest compliment by making it His dwelling place, the place where He meets with us. Even today He would overturn the tables of those who make it a marketplace for their own lust, greed, and wealth.

I think it is the lonely, without a fireside or an affection they may call their own, those who return not to a dwelling but to the land itself, to meet its disembodied, eternal, and unchangeable spirit—it is those who understand best its severity, its saving power, the grace of its secular right to our fidelity, to our obedience.

the term "trauma" was not common usage. Like other adults of the era my parents believed that healing was a matter of not dwelling upon the past.

yet the greening grasses and overarching elms and oaks, just beginning to come into leaf, gave the scene a picturesque air, like a fairy-tale dwelling;

shall He teach in the way that he should choose. He himself shall dwell at ease . . .

housed everything from livestock to the buttery, so that the entire castle was completely

Out of this same light, out of the central mind, We make a dwelling in the evening air, In which being there together is enough.

If there must be a god in the house, must be, Saying things in the rooms and on the stair, Let him move as the sunlight moves on the floor, Or moonlight, silently, as Plato's ghost Or Aristotle's skeleton. Let him hang out His stars on the wall. He must dwell quietly.

Dwelling always in an in-between realm, between eras of the imagination, there exists a degree of perception at which what is real and what is imagined are one. — Wallace Stevens, Collected Poetry and Prose (Library of America, October 1, 1997)

Dwelling. Miles repeated the word to himself. It was a strange word.

In the old covenant God faithfully remained with His people, accompanying them in a pillar of fire and cloud, then dwelling among them in the tabernacle and the temple. Under the new covenant, the only temple is the believing community itself, and God dwells not only among the community corporately (Matt 18:20; 1 Cor 3:16; 2 Cor 6:16), but also in each member individually (John 14:17; Rom 8:9–11; 1 Cor 6:19). This is the overarching thesis this book seeks to establish.

We all live in some kind of home, so the idea that our home could be invested with a supernatural entity is kind of frightening, I think.

Well, he thought, dwelling on past failures once you'd learned all there was to learn was just heaping futility on failure.

There is nothing like bad weather to reveal the shortcomings of a dwelling, particularly if it is too small. You are, as they say, stuck with it and have leisure to feel all its peculiar irritations and discomforts.

There is none dwelling in the house but God. When a man is awakened he melts and perishes.

Like the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean-the ocean of the soul. How could this bird, born from that sea, make his dwelling here?

All His glory and beauty come from within, and there He delights to dwell, His visits there are frequent, His conversation sweet, His comforts refreshing; and His peace passing all understanding.

Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a while.