Quotes About Comfort

Edward hung by his velvet ears and looked up at the night sky. He saw the stars. But for the first time in his life, he looked at them and felt no comfort. Instead, he felt mocked. You are down there alone, the stars seemed to say to him. And we are up here, in our constellations, together. I have been loved, Edward told the stars. So? said the stars. What difference does that make when you are all alone now? Edward could think of no answer to that question.

Reader, nothing is sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name. Nothing.

Franny Block, sitting on the floor behind her desk. "Miss Franny?" I said. "Are you all right?" "A bear," she said. "A bear?" I asked.

hose. She pawed at his clothes and beat his tail. She dusted his

thought. "You want some macaroni

Are you afraid, son? the count asked, more gently. Y-yes, Father. I wouldn't lie to you, even about that. The count reached out and with an odd, awkward gesture touched Alain on the cheek, a brush more than a caress, almost as he would pat one of his beloved hounds. There's no shame in being afraid, Alain. There's only shame if you let your fear cloud your good judgement.

Welcome to your new home, Barry," the Gentle

Wie sehr wollte ich sie vor dem Schmerz des Erinners bewahren.

how his grandfather used to stroke his brow

If she wanted to go,' Bonnet continued, 'there's not a thing you – or anyone else – could have done to stop her. If it's any consolation, she won't have suffered. Pills, all very peaceful. Just gone to sleep and not woken up. It's what she chose.

I resigned myself quite contentedly to the life of a vegetable. I went to cooking school in the morning, had lunch with friends, sat in the sun with other pregnant ladies, talked, gossiped, did everything in short that's in the books including laying out my husband's slippers and smoking jacket. (I'm serious I assure you.) And the funniest part of all is that I liked it.

You just want to know that you're all right. You just want to feel all right." And now he dives into the sneer. Arty's sneer could flay a rhino. "That's all you need other people's love for!

We need that warm adult stupidity. Even knowing the illusion, we cry and hide in their laps, speaking only of defiled lollipops or lost bears, and getting a lollipop or a toy bear's worth of comfort. We make do with it rather than face alone the cavernous reaches of our skulls for which there is no remedy, no safety, no comfort at all. We survive until, by sheer stamina, we escape into the dim innocence of our own adulthood and its forgetfulness.

Jess followed, still trying to figure out why two grown people and a smart girl like Leslie wanted to leave a comfortable life in the suburbs for a place like this. They watched the bus roar off.

Just the knowledge that a good book is waiting one at the end of a long day makes that day happier.

Just the knowledge that a good book is awaiting one at the end of a long day makes that day happier.

one were happy, then one might stay in with a book, say, and not go out hunting for fun.

Solitude enrobed me like a long, warm coat.

Los libros le borraron el dolor y la decepción. Los libros cerraban las puertas malas y abrían las buenas. Rachel no recordaba cuándo había leído su primer libro y no recordaba ninguna ocasión en que no hubiera estado leyendo algo.

Rose believed in cats-in feeding them and cuddling them. She did not find cats a nuisance in the least. She found them soft, quiet, gentle, and for the most part accepting. She loved the feeling when a cat plopped in her lap. She often wondered how they could be so comforting without ever saying a word. How they could seem to listen, to understand.

In times of trouble, however, there can come a certain closeness, a kind of coziness of spirit.

Cause I'm sick too. At this point sicker than you. My disease is forever. I know no comfort. Since we're both maniacs, let's be nice to each other. I myself want to live. I want to burn. all I ask is no one loves me in return.

Then she made herself a hot-water bottle, for company as much as warmth, and went slowly up to bed.

Later, after Christmas carols and a nightcap of mulled ale in front of the fire, Mole reflects on how much he has missed the warmth and security of what he once had known, all of those "friendly things which had long been unconsciously a part of him.