Quotes About Comfort

The Venerable'—isn't that what you call yourself? Trying to find comfort in dreams of a past that will never come again, rather than hope for the future.

It was strange how she calmed my agitation with those few words.

I felt, rather, as if being next to her in itself made it unnecessary to worry.

You see, Take-san loves you, Skylark. That's why she cried," she said and squeezed even harder.

Irrationality. I found the thought faintly pleasurable. Or rather, I felt at ease with it. What frightened me was the logic of the world; in it lay the foretaste of something incalculably powerful. Its mechanism was incomprehensible, and I could not possibly remain closeted in that windowless, bone-chilling room. Though outside lay the sea of irrationality, it was far more agreeable to swim in its waters until presently I drowned.

I opened my trunk and almost burst into tears. At such times I always sought refuge in a bookstore.

Hüzünlü birini hüzünlü ?ark?lar teselli eder.

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,Brown paper packages tied up with strings—These are a few of my favorite things.

Simple pleasures are always the last refuge of the complex

The only thing that can console one for being poor is extravagance.

Por suerte uno tiene madre, el buen lugar al que parece que siempre queremos volver.

In the midst of the awfulness, a touch comes and you know it is the right hand of Jesus Christ. The right hand not of restraint nor of correction nor of chastisement, but the right hand of the Everlasting Father. Whenever His hand is laid upon you, it is ineffable peace and comfort, the sense that "underneath are the everlasting arms," full of sustaining and comfort and strength. My Utmost for His Highest: Classic Edition

said—"Let not your heart be troubled." God will not keep your heart from being troubled. It is a command—"Let not.

Are you severely troubled right now? Are you afraid and confused by the waves and the turbulence God sovereignly allows to enter your life? Have you left no stone of your faith unturned, yet still not found any well of peace, joy, or comfort? Does your life seem completely barren to you? Then look up and receive the quiet contentment of the Lord Jesus.

In the midst of the awesomeness, a touch comes, and you know it is the right hand of Jesus Christ. You know it is not the hand of restraint, correction, nor chastisement, but the right hand of the Everlasting Father. Whenever His hand is laid upon you, it gives inexpressible peace and comfort, and the sense that "underneath are the everlasting arms" (Deuteronomy 33:27), full of support, provision, comfort, and strength.

I will never leave you"—not for any reason; not my sin, selfishness, stubbornness, nor waywardness. Have I really let God say to me that He will never leave me? If I have not truly heard this assurance of God, then let me listen again.

This was thoroughly irrational in me, of course. The happiness of our very early years is quite unconscious, and derives its peace from that very unconsciousness. If a child, or a puppy, knew he were happy, he would be analytical; and with the first moment of self-analysis the first shadow of discomfort would fall.

The first thing I did in program was to draw up a list of things that truly give me longlasting comfort. I turn to that list when I have a craving, and I incorporate those things into my life as often as possible.

A short absence is safest

It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.

A short absence is the safest.

She spoke in accents light and well intrenched. "I wish to say that I have never liked any man better than you. But I expect to!" He must have drawn small comfort from such an answer as that. But he laughed out indomitably: "Don't yu' go betting on any such expectation!

But now I was home. In my home, home home, once and for all. I had had various apartments before in quite a few cities over the course of my life, but this was the first one I owned, and it felt good. A roof over my head and a place to be private, to cry, to laugh, to gorge, to hope, to dream, to wallow, and to pray for things was a salve to my soul.

A little house—a house of my own—Out of the wind's and the rain's way.