Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes

Home is, I suppose just a child's idea. A house at night, and a lamp in the house. A place to feel safe.

My hole is warm and full of light.

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.

I like the idea of being warm and secure. That's what home should be. That you have a sense of warmth, security, love, and you love the things around you and surround yourself with beauty.

Home is your sanctuary.

Home, more than anything, means warmth and bed.

They shall sit every man under his vine and under his fig tree, and none shall make them afraid.

Comfort is key for me.

Nothing will make a place feel unlike home like chaos.

Blessed be his name, who hath appointed the quiet night to follow the busy day, and the calm sleep to refresh the wearied limbs and to compose the troubled spirit.

Home is a shelter from storms - all sorts of storms.

It is a pleasure for to sit at ease Upon the land, and safely for to see How other folks are tossed on the seas That with the blustering winds turmoiled be.

I AM your anchor. I AM your haven. Let My Peace and Love infill and enfold you.

I was feeling safe. Not the kind of safe where you know there are still bad things howling outside the door waiting to get in. No, it was the kind of safe where you sink down in your bed at the end of the day and know you can go to sleep and everything is going to be the same tomorrow.

Outside are the storms and strangers: we — Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she, — I and she!

I got the right temperature for shelter you from the storm

Home's the most excellent place of all.

Your home is your refuge.

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.

Outside, the rain sometimes comes down so hard, we have to talk louder, and it feels like a miracle that the roof holds. It makes for a coziness and a gratefulness, too, that you have the choice to not be out in it. You can sit at the table and look out the window and not have to feel what you see.

As I drifted off to sleep, I could hear him breathing, and that definitely helped me relax.

Well, you have now, Sam, dear Sam,' said Frodo, and he lay back in Sam's gentle arms, closing his eyes, like a child at rest when night-fears are driven away by some loved voice or hand. Sam felt that he could sit like that in endless happiness.

All clean and comfortable I sit down to write.

The atmosphere breathes rest and comfort, and the many chambers seem full of welcomes.

Built like an oak tree, against which I could pitch my pillow and read; mornings, I could curl into the crook of your branches.