Quotes About Comfort

I like being around the house with you,' he said. 'I like to be where you are.

God will use this loss for good. I promise.

Come sit on my lap,' she said. Soon, very soon, he would think himself too big for lap-sitting. He got down from his chair and she picked him up; he was solid as anything. She held him close and swayed her body a little, like a cradle rocking, and soon he looked at her with the lovely solemnity that seemed to be a hallmark of their Jack Tyler, and said, ' I could prob'ly have a deviled egg now.

Flowers don't solve anything, but they can improve most everything.

Julian of Norwich said as she suffered a devastating illness of her own: 'All shall be well and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.' You may know that during her suffering she had gazed into the face of God, and out of that mighty encounter this truth was rendered for you, for all of us, for all time...

to be somewhere safe with somebody good.

Not that she didn't enjoy the holidays: but she always felt—and it was, perhaps, the measure of her peculiar happiness—a little relieved when they were over. Her normal life pleased her so well that she was half afraid to step out of its frame in case one day she should find herself unable to get back.

She reached her doorstep. The key turned sweetly in the lock. That was the kind of thing one remembered about a house: not the size of the rooms or the color of the walls, but the feel of the door-handles and light-switches, the shape and texture of the banister-rail under one's palm; minute tactual intimacies, whose resumption was the essence of coming home.

Sometimes playing it safe can be just as bad as taking risks.

The problem with society is that most people are too comfortable in their own lives to even try to imagine the difficulty of someone

Let's go home," he said. Home. That word meant something completely different now than it had before. It meant everything.

and this horrid bra that shoved my boobs under my chin. I had a cleavage cleft the size of most people's butt cracks.

Friendship is the finest balm for the pangs of despised love.

There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.

If one scheme of happiness fails, human nature turns to another; if the first calculation is wrong, we make a second better: we find comfort somewhere.

We live entirely in the dressing room now, which I like very much; I always feel so much more elegant in it than in the parlour.

Ah! There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort.

Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.

She wanted to take his hand. Her hardest task now as she grew older in the Ministry was to deal with her longing to be touched - hugged, stroked by anyone, any human being - a friend, a lover, a child or even (and here she scented danger) a servant. Of either sex. She prayed about it, asking that God's encircling arms would bring comfort. They did not

Anyone can live in a house, but homes are created with patience, time and love.

Nothing like being with people you've known almost your entire life. Having a shared history is something you just can't create with the new ones. No matter how much you like that, it just isn't the same.

I knew that we were two humans, that's all, two humans walking around blindly in the night, looking for a warm hand.

sit on the craggy cliffs of Ballyhock to the waves crashing on the beach. Strong. Powerful. Deadly. A combination so familiar to me it brings me comfort.

Let it come, as it will, and don't be afraid. God does not leave us comfortless, so let evening come.