Quotes About Comfort

Our door closes, and I am home with my guy and my dog. There's no one I need to pretend for anymore.

I said the same words he'd said to me before he'd let go. "It's okay." A twisted smile. "No, not really. But it'll be okay soon. Or as close as it can get.

I grabbed her and held her close, whispering, "Shhh," as I kept looking and listening. Kenjii nudged me, as if to say, That's no welcome.

Now, after three days in the forest, that human part of me was sick of trees and streams and forest paths. It wanted a sofa and a TV and a shower. God, it really wanted a shower.

I collapsed onto the sofa with a sigh. Daniel plunked down beside me, then twisted to stretch out, legs going over mine. "Oh my God," I said, shoving his feet off my lap. "Do you know how bad those smell?" He tried to stick them in my face. I grabbed him around the ankles and tickled the bottom of his feet. He let out a shriek. "Well, you're still ticklish," I said. "And you still giggle like a girl.

Our immaturity is scaring her off," I said. "Sorry, Sam. Come back and we'll act our age." "No, I'm just grabbing some food. You two carry on. You've earned a maturity time-out." I let go of Daniel's feet and he pulled them off my lap. "We're home," I said. "Well, not our home but…" I leaned back into the cushions and let out a happy sigh. "Close enough for now.

He bent down and his kiss was so full of longing that tears pricked my eyes again. When another one rolled down my cheek, he wiped it away. "No more of that," he said. "I'm just--" "I know." His lips moved to my ear. "So am I.

Don't dwell on what isn't here. Dwell on what is. A perfumed breeze, hot tea, rich biscuits, a warm blanket, a purring kitten. And me. That last is the hardest. Focus on being in the moment with myself, comfortable in my own company.

When he looked over to see if Catherine had heard, she had her head up the tiled fireplace, as if she were trying it on, to see whether it fit. Catherine was six months pregnant. Nothing fit her except for Henry's baseball caps, his sweatpants, his T-shirts. But she liked the fireplace.

A girl from Pittsburgh was a good thing, like an anchor. Every homesick traveler should have one.

There'll be times when the only refuge is books. Then you'll read as if you meant it, as if your life depended on it.

Books. I needed to ground myself and nothing, not even the Jay, quite does it like books. I don't always have the focus to read them but I sure do need them around

He was looking forward eagerly to seeing her again. He had coped perfectly well on his own, of course, but it was very reassuring to have someone in your life who was always ready to fight for you, and he had missed that comforting feeling

War was grueling and oppressive and frustrating and uncomfortable, but one had friends. If peace brought back loneliness, Godliman thought he would not be able to live with it.

had coped perfectly well on his own, of course, but it was very reassuring to have someone in your life who was always ready to fight for you, and he had missed that comforting feeling.

Jesus is always with you, even down the pit." At the time he had thought she was just telling him to behave well. But she had been wiser than that. Of course Jesus was with him. Jesus was everywhere. The darkness did not matter, nor the passage of time.

One is a comfortable partnership, where two people share the same hopes and fears, raise children as a team, and give each other comfort and help

quick to comfort and advise, slow to command or punish.

comfortable, with massive fireplaces, a

tranquilizada pese a las buenas intenciones de Meg

going to put something on your arm to make it better. Try to keep still, will you?' Minnie nodded. Caris poured a little of the warm wine on to Minnie's wrist, where the burn was least bad. The child flinched, but did not try to snatch

Now, Billy, remember that Jesus is always with you, even down the pit.

consolation

La comida no era tan buena como la que le servían en su casa, pero la atmósfera era muy tranquila. Los sillones del saloncito para fumadores eran antiguos y cómodos, los camareros eran mayores y lentos, el papel de la pared estaba descolorido y la pintura había perdido color. Todavía tenían luz de gas. Los hombres como Walden acudían allí porque sus casas les resultaban excesivamente limpias y femeninas. —Dijo usted que casi lo habían