Quotes About Comfort

People see stories everywhere," Regine says. "That's what my father used to say. We take random events and we string them together in a pattern so we can comfort ourselves with a story, no matter how much it obviously isn't true." She glances back at Seth. "We have to lie to ourselves to live. Otherwise, we'd go crazy.

Soothe your throats. Injustice has not followed you here.

I know," she said. "You have a stone in your heart, and some days it's so heavy there is nothing to be done. But you don't have to be alone for it. You should have come to me. I understand.

I walked across the polished marble floor and sat on a red velvet lounging couch. I idly wondered how exactly one was supposed to lounge. I couldn't remember ever doing it myself. After a moment's consideration, I decided lounging was probably similar to relaxing, but with more money in your pocket.

You're my safe harbor in an endless stormy sea. You're my shady willow on a sunny day. You're sweet music in a distant room. You're unexpected cake on a rainy day. You're my bright penny on the roadside, you are worth more than the moon on the long night walk. You are sweet wine in my mouth, a song in my throat and laughter in my heart.

Some days simply lay on you like stones. Some were fickle as cats, sliding away when you needed comfort, then coming back later when you didn't want them, jostling at you, stealing your breath.

Stories don't need to be new to bring you joy. Some stories are like familiar friends. Some are dependable as bread.

It's easy to forget when you're around." She stopped walking for a moment and I had to stop too, as she'd linked her arm in mine. "That's not right. I mean to say that when you're around, it's easy to forget." "Forget what?" "Everything," she said, and for a moment her voice wasn't quite as playful. "All the bad parts in my life. Who I am. It's nice to be able to take a vacation from myself every once in a while. You help with that. You're my safe harbor in an endless, stormy sea.

Laziness is one of my best characteristics

It was all glimmer and warm honey in the yellow light.

Sleep met him like a lover in an empty bed.

Eres mi puerto seguro en un mar infinito y tempestuoso.

No piensas en mí como yo en ti. No me importa. Pero si también tienes frío, podrías acercarte y rodearme con los brazos. Solo un poco. Con un nudo en la garganta, me acerqué, me senté a su lado y la abracé. —Qué bien —dijo ella, más relajada—. Es como si hasta ahora siempre hubiera tenido frío." El Nombre Del Viento.

We stare at a fire because it flickers, because it glows. The light is what catches our eyes, but what makes a man lean close to a fire has nothing to do with its bright shape. What draws you to a fire is the warmth you feel when you come near.

Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us.

We lay on our sides, like spoons nesting in a drawer. My arm ended up under her head, like a pillow. She curled snugly along the inside of my body, so easy and natural, as if she had been designed to fit there. - Kvothe - The Name Of The Wind - pg 629

But we are all creatures of habit. It is far too easy to stay in the familiar ruts we dig for ourselves.

El sueño nos ofrece un refugio del mundo y de todo su dolor.

Of course I played. It was my only solace.

She smiled like knife on a velvet, she stretched like cat on the sun.

Este es tu tercer regalo. Si te van mal las cosas, puedes quedarte conmigo en la subrealidad. Es un sitio agradable, y allí estarás a salvo.

After a moment he reached out and brushed the unruly red hair back from his face, like a mother would with a sleeping child. Then he began to sing softly, the tune lilting and strange, almost a lullaby:

Los libros no son un gran sustituto de la compañía femenina, pero es más fácil encontrarlos.

Eres tan amable. Nunca me precionas...-Volvió a interrumpirse y se dejo caer un poco mas sobre mi pecho. Entonces se animó-. Podrías presionarme, ¿No? Un poco.