Quotes About Comfort

And He that doth the ravens feed,Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,Be comfort to my age!

Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries.

Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.

Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.

I do not ask you much:I beg cold comfort.

He that has a house to put's head in has a good head-piece.

WearinessCan snore upon the flint when resty slothFinds the down pillow hard.

Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow!

He receives comfort like cold porridge.

'Tis ever commonThat men are merriest when they are from home.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.

My comfort is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face.

Two loves I have of comfort and despair,Which like two spirits do suggest me still.

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.

Patch griefs with proverbs.

I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face: I had rather lie in the woollen.

Now, God be prais'd, that to believing soulsGives light in darkness, comfort in despair!

Of comfort no man speak:Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyesWrite sorrow on the bosom of the earth;Let's choose executors and talk of wills.

Now my soul hath elbow-room.

The innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care...

Some come to take their easeAnd sleep an act or two.

I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well.

Some griefs are med'cinable.