Lucretius Quotes

Nothing will make a place feel unlike home like chaos.

It is pleasant, when the sea is high and the winds are dashing the waves about, to watch from the shores the struggles of another.

Home is your sanctuary.

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

A temptation arises: it is the wind. It disturbs you: it is the surging of the seas. This is the time to awaken Christ and let Him remind you of these words

I like to hear a storm at night. It is so cosy to snuggle down among the blankets and feel that it can't get at you.

It is pleasurable, when winds disturb the waves of a great sea, to gaze out from land upon the great trials of another.

Burn, O evening hearth, and waken Pleasant visions, as of old! Though the house by winds be shaken, Safe I keep this room of gold!

Are you upset little friend? Have you been lying awake worrying? Well, don't worry...I'm here. The flood waters will recede, the famine will end, the sun will shine tomorrow, and I will always be here to take care of you.

Love is a little haven of refuge from the world.

Its all about finding the calm in the chaos.

Children be comforted, I am well.

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

He wants his home and security, he wants to live like a sailor at sea.

I love to be by the ocean and have always done my best thinking by the sea. The ebb and flow is like a brain massage and very calming. I am also inspired by seeing kindness in others. It touches me and reminds me to be kind as well.

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

It does the heart good to look at you.

I could never stay long enough on the shore; the tang of the untainted, fresh, and free sea air was like a cool, quieting thought.

Where there is peace, there cannot be chaos; the two cannot coexist at the same time.

It always smelled like it was raining outside, even if it wasn't, and you were in the only nice, dry, cosy place in the world.

We’ll go where the air is pure, where all sounds are soothing, where, no matter how proud one may be, one feels humble and finds oneself small- in short, we’ll go to the sea. I love the sea as one loves a mistress and I long for her when I haven’t seen her for some time

Be still: There is no longer any need of comment. It was a lucky wind That blew away his halo with his cares, A lucky sea that drowned his reputation.

Smell the sea and feel the sky.

It is pleasant, when the sea runs high, to view from land the great distress of another.

Through wind, and tempest, storm, and rain; The calm shall be buried inside of me; A warm stone, heavy and dry; The root, the source, a weapon against pain