refuge

The past is devoid of meaning like the present, and a refuge for cowards.

From my spirit's gray defeat, From my pulse's flagging beat, From my hopes that turned to sand Sifting through my close-clenched hand, From my own fault's slavery, If I can sing, I still am free.For with my singing I can make A refuge for my spirit's sake, A house of shining words, to be My fragile immortality.

Each positive thought is your refuge and your sanctuary, where in that thoughtful moment, you are safe.

The soft heart is not a thing to harden but a treasure to protect. For soft hearts extend mercy, compassion, refuge, and God__ redemption to the world.

What good is a path that doesn__ carry us to the edge of our capacity and then beyond that place? A true calling involves a great exposure before it can become a genuine refuge.

What good is a dream that doesn__ test the mettle of the dreamer? What good is a path that doesn__ carry us to the edge of our capacity and then beyond that place? A true calling involves a great exposure before it can become a genuine refuge.

A good relationship is not a refuge from your problems, but an oasis where you can grow better as a person.

We have a light upon our house, and it gives hope to all who sail upon the stormy seas. Do ya know what it means to have a light burning atop your home? It is safety, a place of refuge, seen by all that as a signal that ye stand for something greater than this world, greater than us all.

A human being can only endure depression up to a certain point; when this point of saturation is reached it becomes necessary for him to discover some element of pleasure, no matter how humble or on how low a level, in his environment if he is to go on living at all. In my case these insignificant birds with their subdued colourings have provided just sufficient distraction to keep me from total despair. Each day I find myself spending longer and longer at the window watching their flights, their quarrels, their mouse-quick flutterings, their miniature feuds and alliances. Curiously enough, it is only when I am standing in front of the window that I feel any sense of security. While I am watching the birds I believe that I am comparatively immune from the assaults of life. The very indifference to humanity of these wild creatures affords me a certain safeguard. Where all else is dangerous, hostile and liable to inflict pain, they alone can do me no injury because, probably, they are not even aware of my existence. The birds are at once my refuge and my relaxation.

It is better to hide under the shadow of the righteousness of Almighty God than seek refuge in shelter of sins.

God is my refuge.

Some writers aren't writers, they are mere escapees' and refugees' on an exile from the jungle of thoughts.

In bullfighting there is an interesting parallel to the pause as a place of refuge and renewal. It is believed that in the midst of a fight, a bull can find his own particular area of safety in the arena. There he can reclaim his strength and power. This place and inner state are called his querencia. As long as the bull remains enraged and reactive, the matador is in charge. Yet when he finds his querencia, he gathers his strength and loses his fear. From the matador's perspective, at this point the bull is truly dangerous, for he has tapped into his power.

When the world caves inStill my hope will clingTo Your promiseWhere my courage endsLet my heart find strengthIn Your presence

Where does your security lie? Is God your refuge, your hiding place, your stronghold, your shepherd, your counselor, your friend, your redeemer, your saviour, your guide? If He is, you don't need to search any further for security.

Let all your thoughts be with the Most High, and direct your humble prayers unceasingly to Christ. If you cannot contemplate high and heavenly things, take refuge in the Passion of Christ, and love to dwell within His Sacred Wounds. For if you devoutly seek the Wounds of Jesus and the precious marks of His Passion, you will find great strength in all troubles.

My heart is the refuge where you will find everlasting love.

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.