Quotes About Comfort

Now, rest in the security of My name and all that it means to your identity. (Isaiah 45:2 – 3)

God is always at work. He is a present, loving Father, aware of our deepest hurts and our even deeper needs.

No matter how vast our pit, prayer is big enough to fill us with the realization of His presence like nothing else.

I had to get honest enough to admit it: I relied on food more than I relied on God. I craved food more than I craved God. Food was my comfort. Food was my reward. Food was my joy. Food was what I turned to in times of stress, sadness, and even in times of happiness.

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. (2 Corinthians 1:3–4)

Centuries roll, customs change, but, ever since the time of the earliest mother, woman yearns to be the soother.

We all lose dreams and cherished people, which could make life a continual experience in despair. But if we lean on the great two-thousand-year-old faith of the church, then life is a continual experience of the salvation of God, to whom we belong. In God's hands nothing, and no one, is ever lost. Our only comfort. According

No matter how difficult the trail … we can take comfort in knowing that others before us have borne life's most grievous trials and tragedies by looking to heaven.

The library at home when she was child had been her refuge. She gravitated to it. When she was anxious, just taking a book of a shelf calmed her. Opening the cover, feeling the paper's smoothness, smelling the sheets, the leather, even sometimes the ink, centered her.

its heart, it is a story about the power of music and its meanings — a story of secret messages and doublespeak, and of how music itself is a code; how music coaxes people to endure unthinkable tragedy; how it allows us to whisper between the prison bars when we cannot speak aloud; how it can still comfort the suffering, saying, "Whatever has befallen you — you are not alone.

We all flee in hope of finding some ground of security

Dorme, dorme, meu menino Dorme no Mar dos Sargaços Que mais vale o mar a pino Que as serpentes nos meus braços.

The true way to soften one's troubles is to solace those of others.

We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love.

Her mother, she thought, had all the attributes of the famous proverb: one who thrives in calamity but perishes in soft living.

They stood like that, his embrace still holding her, for ten seconds at most, during which she ignored the truth of the moment and allowed herself to savor the illusion of being cared for.

Achilles weeps. He cradles me, and will not eat, nor speak a word other than my name.

Circe, he says, it will be all right. It is not the saying of an oracle or a prophet. They are words you might speak to a child. I listen to his breath, warm upon the night air, and somehow I am comforted. He does not mean it does not hurt. He does not mean we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.

Maybe her gods are kinder than ours, and she will find rest

The ocean floor was sandy and soft as pillows. I settled into it and slept.

My fears forgotten in the golden harbour of his arms.

I could have stopped them," he said. The skin of his face was very pale; his voice was hoarse. "I was close enough. I could have saved her." I shook my head. "You could not have known." He buried his face in his hands and did not speak. I held him and whispered all the bits of broken comfort I could find.

he buired his face in his hands and did not speak. i held him and whispered all the bits of broken comfort i could find.

There is only her small hand on my stomach, and the softness of her cheek as I stroke it. It is strange how well she fits there.