Quotes About Comfort

El sueño nos ofrece un refugio del mundo y de todo su dolor. El sueño marca el paso del tiempo y nos proporciona distancia de las cosas que nos han hecho daño.

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.

Lloraba en silencio por ella misma, porque había algo profundamente herido en su interior. Yo ignoraba qué era, ni me atrevía a preguntárselo. Me limitaba a decir lo que podía para calmar su dolor y la ayudaba a cerrar los ojos para rehuir la realidad.

No piensas en mi como yo en ti, no me importa, pero si también tienes frío, podrías acercarte y rodearme con tus brazos. Sólo 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.

Su chiste era como unas botas viejas y gastadas, pero tan cómodas que cuesta deshacerse de ellas.

My parents danced together, her head on his chest. Both had their eyes closed. They seemed so perfectly content. If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you're lucky. Even if it only lasts for a minute or a day.

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.

Biliyor musunuz - bazen öyle korkuya kap?l?yorum ki, bazen ... bazen ... bazen evden ç?kmaya cesaret edemiyorum, öyle bir güven içindeyim. BoÅŸ zaman?mda -ki çok boÅŸ zaman?m var- evde oturmay? tercih ediyorum, korkudan, ÅŸimdiki gibi, nas?l anlatay?m size? Bir s?k??ma duygusu, bir bunalt?, deli gibi korkuyorum bu güvenlikten, bir çeÅŸit klostrofobi, sürekli iÅŸe yerleÅŸmiÅŸ olma psikozu...

comfortable room, knowing

Hope doesn't announce that life is safe, therefore, we will be; instead, it whispers that Christ is our safety in the midst of harsh reality.

We didn't have to talk then, and that is real friendship. Never uncomfortable with silence, which, in its welcome form, is yet an extension of conversation.

I loved my coat and the cafe and my morning routine. It was the clearest and simplest expression of my solitary identity.

It's not running away when you're going back home.

Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author's words reverberating in your head.

Guilt kept me going. It was impossible not to blame myself for what had happened, but even guilt was a comfort. It was a human feeling, a sign that I was still attached to the same world that other men lived in.

And then one day the walls of your house finally collapse. If the door is still standing, however, all you have to do is walk through it,and you are back inside. It's pleasant sleeping out under the stars. Never mind the rain. It can't last very long.

he had understood that memory was a place, a real place that one could visit, and that to spend a few moments among the dead was not necessarily bad for you, that it could in fact be a source of great comfort and happiness.

It was the first time since his master's death that he had been able to think about such things without feeling crushed by sorrow, the first time he had understood that memory was a place, a real place that one could visit, and that to spend a few moments among the dead was not necessarily bad for you, that it could in fact be a source of great comfort and happiness.

Leggere per me era evasione e conforto, era la mia consolazione, il mio stimolante preferito: leggere per il puro gusto della lettura, per il meraviglioso silenzio che ti circonda quando ascolti le parole di un autore riverberate dentro la tua testa

y de qué servía un hogar si uno no se sentía a salvo en él, si le trataban como a un paria precisamente en el sitio que debía servirle de refugio?

I'm nervous. Don't be nervous, Archie. I'm about to shit in my pants. Don't do that either.

I will stay with her until it is time to close her eyelids wrap the wretched sheet around her bones.

I sit in a thickly padded char that, much like this country, isn't quite as comfortable as it looks.

Sometimes just making yourself at home is revolutionary.