Dwellings Quotes

“There is no real aloneness. There is solitude and the nurturing silence that is relationship with ourselves, but even then we are part of something larger.”
― Linda Hogan, Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World

“I dwell on God's blessings.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“People and their dwellings were such a thin dust on the surface of the globe, like invisible specks of bacteria on an orange, and the feeble lights of kebab shops and supermarkets failed utterly to register on the infinities of space above.”
― Michel Faber, The Book of Strange New Things

“Dare to dwell on great thoughts, you will be great.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“The Lord appoints the time and the boundaries of our dwellings”
― Sunday Adelaja

“Chosing a life of Sin and dwelling there will cause God’s covenant with you to be forgotten.”
― Dr Paul Gitwaza

“Så egendomligt overklig denna våning redan hade blivit! Det var inte en våning där någon bodde, utan en bild av en våning där någon hade bott. Precis som Goethehuset i Weimar eller August Strindbergs arbetsrum på Drottninggatan. En våning kunde bli en bild av sig själv när den inte längre var befolkad.
Den var densamma som förut. Men den hade stelnat till bild.”
― Lars Gustafsson, La clandestina

“I found myself noticing familiar plants and features as we travelled through the woods. Some brownies, for instance, had stone dwellings built into the earth--- closer to cellars than houses, to my eye--- roofed in densely interwoven fern fronds. Doubtless others dwelt in the canopy, for when I looked up, I saw the telltale silver gleam of impossibly narrow bridges connecting the trees like spiderthread. But as we moved away from the castle, I saw less of this glittering architecture, and more of the humble, cellarlike variety. I also noted that I was growing increasingly adept at spotting moss-brownies, as I had begun to call them in my head, for the mossy caps they wore. These small, black-eyed creatures, whose bodies were often covered in moss as well, could be seen peeking at us from behind branches, or sometimes in plain view upon a green stone or bough, where they were surprisingly difficult to detect.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales