Peaceful Refuge Quotes

St. Louis is the best thing that ever happened to me. I needed that peace in my life. And I've always been a semi-country boy.

From the world’s perspective, there are many places you can go to find comfort. But there is only one place you will find a hand to catch your tears and a heart to listen to your every longing. True peace comes only from God.

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

Silence is the universal refuge, the sequel to all dull discourses and all foolish acts, a balm to our every chagrin, as welcome after satiety as after disappointment; that background which the painter may not daub, be he master or bungler, and which, however awkward a figure we may have made in the foreground, remains ever our inviolable asylum, where no indignity can assail, no personality can disturb us.

I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig-tree.

My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.

Happy the man who from the sea escapes the storm and finds harbor.

In seeking comfort, we generally find a quiet corner in life where there is a minimum of conflict, and then we are afraid to step out of that seclusion.

Every time you enter a library you might say to yourself, "The world is quiet here," as a sort of pledge proclaiming reading to be the greater good.

Oh, why can't we break away from all this, just you and I, and lodge with my fleas in the hills? I mean flee to my lodge in the hills.

the house protects the dreamer; the houses that are important to us are the ones that allow us to dream in peace. Guests we've had stop in for a night or two all come down the first morning, ready to tell their dreams.

In the din and tumult of the age, the still small voice of Jerusalem remains our only music.

There is so much strife and tension in the world that I find the silent world of paintings from the past both hopeful and healing.

Thou shalt come out of a warme Sunne into God's blessing.

An idyllic period of my existence was when I had a den attached to my home... a writing den, and no one had access to that unless they had their own special visa, applied for weeks in advance.

Elrond's house was perfect, whether you liked food or sleep or story-telling or singing (or reading), or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all. Merely to be there was a cure for weariness. ... Evil things did not come into the secret valley of Rivendell.

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