Quotes About Comfort

tears are probably the best cure for a touch of sadness.

Life is like a blanket too short. You pull it up and your toes rebel, you yank it down and shivers meander about your shoulder; but cheerful folks manage to draw their knees up and pass a very comfortable night.

The longing for sweets is really a yearning for love or "sweetness.

Soldiers in the heat of battle; death-row prisoners; explorers stranded in deserts, jungles, on mountaintops; anyone sick or lost or just tired and bewildered: we all wanted our mothers.

Linney moves in the world with such firm, certain steps, being with her can make you forget your own confusion, at least for a little while.

Cornelia pulled love around me like a coat, tugged it shut, and did up the buttons, as if I belonged to her. And so I did.

And then, one day, Edith gave me a house.

I know the pull of a dark, complicated man, the kind who has trouble loving anyone but you. But let me tell you this: the ones who look like home are home.

Chocolate is the first luxury. It has so many things wrapped up in it: Deliciusness in the moment, childhood memories, and that grin-inducing feeling of getting a reward for being good.

It might be nice to need glasses because when you take them off, the world becomes a nice, big blur. There's something safe and cozy about that.

GWGs [girls with glasses] aren't happy being nomads; they need a safe place to put their glasses while they sleep.

Dis seker hoekom mens 'n beste vriendin moet hê, dink ek terwyl ek saam haar stap. Om jou hand vas te hou as jy uitmekaarval

Our Father in Heaven,' she said, 'comfort the souls that have departed with divine peace, and take them unto You. Grant their bodies soft and quiet rest in the earth till the Last Day, when You will reunite body and soul and lead them into heavenly joy there.

I finally understood what my grandmother meant. If I wasn't comfortable with myself, I would never be comfortable.

he felt so sleepy he began to cry again. "What is the matter?" asked the Huge One. "I am sleepy and I have no bed, sir." "But if you are sleepy why don't you just sleep?" said the Huge One. "Shut your eyes and go to sleep.

What feeling is so nice as a child's hand in yours So small, so soft and warm, like a kitten huddling in the shelter of your clasp.

I do not understand how anyone can live without one small place of enchantment to turn to.

He edged closer to his father's bones and sinews. Penny slipped an arm around him and he lay close against the lank thigh. His father was the core of safety. His father swam the swift creek to fetch back his wounded dog. The clearing was safe, and his father fought for it, and for his own. A sense of snugness came over him and he dropped asleep.

He set down the milk pails to rest and stared at the bright house. This was a man's great joy, to come at nightfall after his day's work to a lighted house. . . . and his beloved was waiting for him with food and warmth and comfort.

Doc said, 'That's man-nature, Ma'am. Three things bring a man home again—his bed, his woman, and his dinner.

He watched the sun rise beyond the grape arbor. In the thin golden light the young leaves and tendrils of the Scuppernong were like Twink Weatherby's hair. He decided that sunrise and sunset both gave him a pleasantly sad feeling. The sunrise brought a wild, free sadness; the sunset, a lonely yet a comforting one. He indulged his agreeable melancholy until the earth under him turned from gray to lavender and then to the color dried corn husks.

He lay down beside the fawn. He put one arm across its neck. It did not seem to him that he could ever be lonely again.

Ma Baxter rocked complacently. They were all pleased whenever she made a joke. Her good nature made the same difference in the house as the hearth-fire had made in the chill of the evening.

You still have me , I heard inside my head; his deep, soft voice. No matter what. And I have you.