Sanctuary Quotes

“When introverts go to church, we crave sanctuary in every sense of the word, as we flee from the disorienting distractions of twenty-first-century life. We desire to escape from superficial relationships, trivial communications and the constant noise that pervade our world, and find rest in the probing depths of God's love.”
― Adam S. McHugh, Introverts in the Church: Finding Our Place in an Extroverted Culture

“I have a system with bathrooms. I spend a lot of time in them. They are sanctuaries, public places of peace spaced throughout the world for people like me.”
― Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story

“The whole value of solitude depends upon oneself; it may be a sanctuary or a prison, a haven of repose or a place of punishment, a heaven or a hell, as we ourselves make it.”
― John Lubbock, Peace and Happiness

“A young girl’s stroke has breathed us life
upon this luscious, grassy meadow.
Unbound we float in the aether,
protecting the sanctuary of life below.

To grow, this world needs nurturing
only Lady Solary’s warmth can provide.
Yet light flickers briefly then fades,
like a struck match failing to ignite.”
― Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry

“When you hold me close,
I breathe in your
special scent.
You are my sanctuary.

[My Beautiful Mother]”
― Susan L. Marshall, Bare Spirit: The Selected Poems of Susan Marshall

“even the way he said my stupid nickname was different. Like it wasn't a secret, but a sanctuary.”
― Ashley Poston, The Seven Year Slip

“Of humans, she had stood beside the wombed to try to protect during childbirth. In the form of the Seven Hetherus, human fates were determined as newborns. Later, Hetheru helped the deceased move to the Duat-land of the afterlife. And she greeted them with bread. Seven more cows and their male consort, who some say is Usir,[45] Lord of the Cows, assist the deceased according to the Book of the Dead. The cow called She of Chemmis[46] nurses the deceased with her milk. [47] Thus Hetheru and her brethren aid humans seven times with their births and seven times with their rebirths; and also for the gods.

Now Hertheru was silent. She slept. Her great lungs heaved.

I kept vigil over her through the night, gently stroking the Mother of mothers like my babe, as she had comforted and nuzzled so many.”

[45] a.k.a. Osiris
[46] Present-day Akhmim, Egypt
[47] Pinch, 178

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― Samuel Baca-Henry, Lament of Hathor

“Unbar the doors! throw open the doors!
I will not have the house of prayer, the church of Christ,
The sanctuary, turned into a fortress.
The Church shall protect her own, in her own way, not
As oak and stone; stone and oak decay,
Give no stay, but the Church shall endure.
The church shall be open, even to our enemies. Open the door!”
― T.S. Eliot, Murder in the Cathedral

“She would no longer speak fear into my world with good intent, but instead she would leave it for me to inherit. To warn other women through story that wickedness lurks, but hidden in the words was a secret. A clue. To escape to the Castle Moreau. Each story called to the downtrodden, to the woman who had no place to find freedom. In every story the woman with the crooked hand ever told me, it always ended with the words, "Beauty is found in walls of stone, beauty where love begins."
Hidden among the travesties and nightmares of violence, all the abused must know that of this place. Only they would recognize the words for what they were. For only the broken are searching for a place to heal.”
― Jaime Jo Wright, The Vanishing at Castle Moreau

“Machu Picchu, oh the name alone evokes a sense of mystique, a whispered secret passed down through the ages. Here in the heart of the Andes, where the mountains kiss the heavens and the clouds weave their ethereal tapestry, lies this hidden sanctuary, a testament to the ingenuity of a forgotten civilisation.”
― Ryan Gelpke, Peruvian Days

“The desert, a cathedral of solitude, invites introspection and self-discovery. It is a sanctuary for those seeking solace from the cacophony of the world, a place where the distractions of civilisation dissipate, leaving behind a stark clarity.”
― Ryan Gelpke, Peruvian Days

“Whether they've made the land, or the land's made them, it's hard to say, if you take my meaning. It's wonderfully quiet here. Nothing seems to be going on, and nobody seems to want it to.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

“Finite Navigation by Stewart Stafford

Happiness is but a harbour in a storm;
Greater tempests lash far-off docks,
Gauntlets to run to the last port of call,
Never a permanent plateau of nirvana.

Life's weather patterns pivot and feint,
Everything beyond our fingertip reach,
If we go off course with coins on our eyes,
The rocks of avarice pace in ocean spray.

We set sail or get driven from our sanctuary,
Shelter granted at the behest of strangers,
Captains of our ship, La Mirage, wave dancing,
Mates and blood as crew, fish and fowl companions.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“I value life and living, and I didn't for a time. Music gave me a life I never knew possible. It's my sanctuary, and I want to offer it to as many people out there who need it.”
― Adam A. Fox, A Sinful Symphony: A Dark BDSM Romance

“It’s a place of sanctuary for me and anyone who needs it.”
― Adam A. Fox, A Sinful Symphony: A Dark BDSM Romance

“You’re not alone. I will be your sanctuary.”
― Adam A. Fox, A Sinful Symphony: A Dark BDSM Romance

“A mother's embrace is nature's purest sanctuary.”
― Aloo Denish Obiero

“United by love, fortified by loyalty, family remains the sanctuary even in a chaotic world.”
― Aloo Denish Obiero

“United by love, fortified by loyalty, family remains a sanctuary even in a chaotic world.”
― Aloo Denish Obiero

“In a world where digital shadows loom larger than ever, Bronva emerged as a sanctuary against the encroachment of surveillance. Inspired by the revelations of Edward Snowden, I felt compelled to create a haven where online privacy isn't a luxury but a fundamental right.”
― James William Steven Parker

“Poetry isn't for one day.
.
It's the souls calling..
echoing through time's labyrinth.
It's the solace..
seekers find in the silence between lines.
It's a sanctuary..
for hearts to wander and wonder.
.
No, poetry isn't for one day.”
― Monika Ajay Kaul

“In a world bustling with voices, the solitude of one's own company becomes a sanctuary. When everything around you craves your presence, the wisdom of being alone shines brightest. Embrace the quiet, for in it, you find the true essence of peace.”
― Jonathan Harnisch

“Here, every creature finds a sanctuary and peace, in a green embrace of leaves and rustles”
― David Passarelli, Mountain poems: Musings on stone, forest, and snow

“We held each other for a time in that hideaway, that unexpected sanctuary, while the city smoldered and the world went on changing without us.”
― Jeff VanderMeer, Borne

“The gentle waves caress the shore, each ebb and flow echoing the rhythm of her heartbeat. As the sun climbs higher, casting golden rays upon the water, she feels the warmth envelop her like a lover's embrace. It’s a sanctuary, this beach, where the weight of the world melts away and the whispers of the ocean harmonize with the stories she carries within.

In this serene moment, she reflects on the journey that has brought her here ~ a tapestry woven with threads of joy, sorrow, love, and loss. Each experience a lesson, each heartbreak a stepping stone. She understands now that the divine feminine within her is a wellspring of strength, intuition, and creativity, guiding her through the labyrinth of life.

As she walks along the shoreline, the sand soft beneath her feet, she feels a connection to the earth, to the ancestors who walked this path before her. They, too, whispered tales of resilience and transformation, of standing tall in the face of adversity. With every step, she honors their legacy, embracing her own story as part of a greater narrative.

The ocean glistens like a thousand diamonds, reflecting the brilliance of her spirit. She closes her eyes, breathing in the salty air, allowing the sound of the waves to wash over her. In this moment of stillness, she hears the call of the wild ~ the laughter of the gulls, the rustle of palm fronds in the breeze, and the distant echo of her own heart.

She knows that the divine feminine within her is a force of nature, unbound and free. She dances with the wind, swaying to a rhythm only she can hear, celebrating the beauty of her existence. In this sacred space, she is both the storyteller and the story, weaving her own magic into the tapestry of life.

And as the sun begins to set, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, she feels a profound sense of peace. She is whole, she is glowing, and she is ready to embrace whatever comes next. The tales she whispers are not just echoes of the past ~ they are the seeds of possibility, waiting to bloom in the light of the future...”
― Kaia Emerald

“...The spaces they frequent construct atmospheres that mimic melancholy and discontent. Yet even these are culturally branded, bounded sanctuaries—designed to feel outsiderish without ever genuinely stepping outside. They exist to perform alienation, not to live it—to its edges. Because if they did, they would discover that the only true sanctuary is the one for those few who see sanctuary itself as a lie.”
― Sov8840

“This may sound ironic, but I don't believe in miracles. Or, even if they do exist, that I'm worthy of one. I've prayed every day since I found out that God would take me into His house before another sunrise. But I guess sometimes God's greatest gift is an unanswered prayer. If He had taken me, these creatures would not have found sanctuary, even if it is perhaps just for a day. Eliot would have been dead on some cold metal table, and you, my friend... would have been denied the opportunity to pull my head out of my ass.”
― Neil Abramson, Just Life

“I am already vaguely aware of the concept of sanctuary. To me, it sounds like a distant land, like Faërie or Shambhala. And it smells of autumn sunshine and caramel apples and Christmas Eve, and it looks like a palace of candles and smoke and colored statues and jeweled glass.”
― Joanne Harris, Vianne

“Transition from a small-town girl to Southwest retired author.”
― Karen L West, Sanctuary of the Lost

“Keep your house peaceful; keep it clean; keep it comfortable too—no in-between”
― Charmaine J Forde