#refuge

what it is...is a place where I can return to myself. It's enough of a scramble to get to...that the energy expended is significant, and it translates into a change in my body chemistry and my psychological chemistry and my heart chemistry... ↗

— Jay Salter

#hiking #nature #refuge #utah #change

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

— Maya Angelou

#back #between #could #crawl #curl

I see the player piano as the grandfather of the computer, the ancestor of the entire nightmare we live in, the birth of the binary world where there is no option other than yes or no and where there is no refuge. ↗

— William Gaddis

#birth #computer #entire #grandfather #i

The key to any successful plan is buy-in from the public, and what this process has demonstrated is the importance of including citizens in formulating a consensus plan that preserves our beautiful refuge. ↗

— Ron Kind

#beautiful #citizens #consensus #demonstrated #formulating

The world has closed its eyes to the humanitarian catastrophe in Azerbaijan, where every seventh citizen is a refugee. ↗

— Leonid Kuchma

#citizen #closed #every #eyes #humanitarian

After the outbreak of war, in April 1940, we left Geneva with our three children aged 4 years, 2 years and 2 weeks only to become part of the disordered refugee crowds fleeing across France from the German army. ↗

— James Meade

#after #aged #april #army #become

I refuse to live life with unsettled differences”. ↗

— John Paul Warren

#forgiveness #john-paul-warren #leadership #motivation #pastor

My mother used to say that rain here pours like a blessing, like a thick veil that parts to reveal the bride's face. But nearly every day, when this rain parted, it revealed a long line of soldiers, like you, like death, marching toward us, and we would scatter with a practiced silence and hide. ↗

— Mia Kirshner

#death #rain #refugees #soldiers #war

Small thinking and big dreams is an oxymoron ↗

— John Paul Warren

#central-christian-church #john-paul-warren #leadership #motivational #sozo-life

Tis true my garments threadbare are, And sorry poor I seem; But inly I am richer far Than any poet's dream. For I've a hidden life no one Can ever hope to see; A sacred sanctuary none May share with me. Aloof I stand from out the strife, Within my heart a song; By virtue of my inner life I to myself belong. Against man-ruling I rebel, Yet do not fear defeat, For to my secret citadel I may retreat. Oh you who have an inner life Beyond this dismal day With wars and evil rumours rife, Go blessedly your way. Your refuge hold inviolate; Unto yourself be true, And shield serene from sordid fate The Real You. ↗

— Robert W. Service

#poetry #refuge #strength #dreams