Quotes About Comfort

Seeing her books reassured her, made her feel calm.

Who needs friends, when you have books,

What is easier for us isn't necessarily what is better for us.

Then he smiles because he knows deep in his bones that his dad has gone and said something really funny probably. He kicks off his sheet and slides his feet into his slippers. Bunny sits in the living room, slumped low on the sofa, full of Geoffrey's Scotch and Poodle's cocaine.

Coffee will get you through a time of no money. Money will never get you through a time of no coffee.

I hate formal stuff. I love looking like a doll and all that stuff and playing dress up, but when I'm home, sweat pants, t-shirt. When I'm in the studio, sweat pants, t-shirt.

Begu laughed, but it was a soft laugh, quite grown-up, and it made Hild long to hold her and shield her from the world.

The arms that Thenike wrapped around her waist for support were strong and hard. Marghe wanted to lean into them and weep for what she had lost, though she did not know whether the loss was good or bad, or even real.

It pleases me to wear silk couture and pearls. I like the way it feels on my skin, the way it fits.

Begu was the only person who didn't make her angry. With Begu she didn't have to think.

I meant simply to steady her, but she softened into me, almost sagged, and my arm tightened, and my need, and she let herself go so that I was half holding her up with one arm and pulling her pants down with the other.

It was the kind of kitchen where a lot of family conversations happen.

Underground parking garages, like the interior of submarines, are malevolent in their ugliness and lack of human comfort, in their machine-oil smell, their lack of natural light, their sense of confinement.

He looked so small and wounded in his bright jacket that I opened my arms and pulled him in. He wrapped his hands around my hips, leaned his forehead on my breastbone and wept. He smelled of woodsmoke and tea.

Even direct from the hearth it will not burn hand that holds it, and any who drink from it are healed.

To your cabin," Tammy said. "May you have many dinners in front of this fire, with people you care for.

I sipped, and the hot liquor eased the pain in the center of my chest, warmed the unfallen tears, made me long to bury my face in a woman's hair. In Julia's hair.

They both smiled, and Peretur felt a little less lonely, a little less lost.

Light is a comfort, a human thing, and it pleases me. It reminds me I'm mortal.

Her hand felt good in Peretur's, warm, more than warm.

She loved the firm pressure of Gwladus's hand on her crown, the steady strokes of the brush, and the scent of dried lavender and spicy tansy rising from her skirts.

Hild nodded, but couldn't say anything. Soft, shocking echoes lapped at her bones and squeezed her insides. Gwladus kept stroking her belly and the echoes began to run into one another like ripples on a pond, and then slowly calmed.

She watched her mother, and Begu, and Gwladus, and felt, for the first time in an age, at home and ordinary.

Maybe when I come home at night I want comfort and the smell of coffee and to feel safe. For the first time, I understood something about Dornan before he did.