Quotes About Comfort

When the sun has been destroyed for a man, what comfort is there in a world of moonlight?

When I come home and I'm tired from filming all day, I expect her to be there and make sure everything is cool for me. You know, like drawing my bath and helping me into bed.

Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don't you love a cushioned seat in a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?

Where we love is home, Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

Where we love is home — home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

Noches en las que desearíamos que nos pasaran la mano por el lomo, y en las que súbitamente se comprende que no hay ternura comparable a la de acariciar algo que duerme

To me luxury is to be at home with my daughter, and the occasional massage doesn't hurt.

Nos vies sont les mêmes. Nos vies se débattent, crient dans la nuit, hurlent et tremblent de peur. Infiniment nous cherchons un abri. Un lieu où le vent siffle moins fort. Un endroit où aller. Et cet abri est un visage, et ce visage nous suffit.

La charité est un remède à l'angoisse. La Confession de Massoud

My idea of heaven is a great big baked potato and someone to share it with.

Partake of some of life's sweet pleasures. And yes, get comfortable with yourself.

Happiness is holding someone in your arms and knowing you hold the whole world.

Occasionally, though, an introduction to someone new is more intense and intimate from the get-go. Maybe we share the same sense of humor or we admire the other individual's personality or passion. Or we immediately sense that we can just be ourselves around that person. Things feel right; we hit it off. There is an immediate sense of familiarity and comfort. Conversation flows easily, without embarrassing pauses or self-consciousness. In essence, we click.

I missed my home - like the physicality of my home, I missed my friends and my family mostly and just hanging out and being in your home country - culturally it feels right and that is what I miss.

In life, most people surrender what is possible for what is comfortable.

Home is where the people who live there need me to come home to them, and worry about me when I'm gone. There's no such place on this earth, no matter how far I drive.

Living in the lap of luxury isn't bad, except that you never know when luxury is going to stand up

Such it is for those in the grips of misfortune: declarations of support and sympathy, rather than providing comfort, may merely increase the victim's pain.

When I lay next to her my body was enveloped in her current, which mingled with my own harsher current of gloom like a " withered leaf settling to rest on the stones at the bottom of a pool." I had freed myself from fear and uneasiness.

Long personal experience had taught me that when a woman suddenly bursts into hysterics, the way to restore her sprits is to give her something sweet.

But in my softness I find peace, however fleeting.

Just to see all the books lining the shelves would lighten my mood as if by magic. Of course, I didn't go to bookstores just to read articles on anatomy. I went because any book gave me comfort and solace at the time.

never could think of prostitutes as human beings or even as women. They seemed more like imbeciles or lunatics. But in their arms I felt absolute security. I could sleep soundly.

Long personal experience had taught me that when a woman suddenly bursts into hysterics, the way to restore her spirits is to give her something sweet.