J. D. Salinger Quotes

Home is your sanctuary.

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

Seek home for rest, for home is best.

If we could make our house a home, and then make it a sanctuary, I think we could truly find paradise on Earth.

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, more than anything, means warmth and bed.

The home is the center of life - a refuge from the grind of work, pressure of school, menace of the streets, a place to be ourselves.

Home is where I'm most comfortable.

Home is like my detox: it's what keeps me grounded.

I think that the world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just cats and rain, rain and cats, very nice, good night.

There is no place more delightful than home.

Love is a little haven of refuge from the world.

Mama always said that if it can't rain on you, you're indoors.

In a library, you can find small miracles and truth, and you might find something that will make you laugh so hard that you will get shushed, in the friendliest way. I have found sanctuary in libraries my whole life, and there is sanctuary there now, from the war, from the storms of our families and our own minds. Libraries are like mountains or meadows or creeks: sacred space. So this afternoon, I'll walk to the library.

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.

You are my peace, my solace, my salvation.

Ballet.something pure in this crazy world

the tea-hour is the hour of peace ... strife is lost in the hissing of the kettle - a tranquilizing sound, second only to the purring of a cat.

I wish I was at home in my nice hole by the fire, with the kettle just beginning to sing!

But then the wine came, one glass and then a second glass. And somewhere during that second drink, the switch was flipped. The wine gave me a melting feeling, a warm light sensation in my head, and I felt like safety itself had arrived in that glass, poured out from the bottle and allowed to spill out between us.

Like when you sit in front of a fire in winter — you are just there in front of the fire. You don't have to be smart or anything. The fire warms you.

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.

When loneliness comes stalking, go into the fields, consider the orderliness of the world.