Quotes About Comfort

I wonder if you would come and sleep in the night with me. And talk.

I'm talking about getting through the night, she says. And lying warm in bed, companionably. Lying down in bed together and you staying the night. The nights are the worst. Don't you think? Yes. I think so, he says. Our souls at night

They don't come to church on Sunday morning to think about new ideas or even the old important ones. They want to hear what they've been told before, with only some small variation on what they've been hearing all their lives, and then they want to go home and eat pot roast and say it was a good service and feel satisfied. But

People don't want to be disturbed. They want assurance. They don't come to church on Sunday morning to think about new ideas or even the old important ones. They want to hear what they've been told before, with only some small variation on what they've been hearing all their lives, and then they want to go home and eat pot roast and say it was a good service and feel satisfied.

Phineas gave Abigail an encouraging smile. "Chillax, dudette. He didn't want to bite you." She wondered if she'd overreacted. "He didn't?" "Naw." Phineas smirked. "He just wanted to jump your bones.

You're just going to lie there? Sounds kind of boring." "Not at all." He stroked her hair. "I get to hold you. Listen to you breathe. Think." She yawned. "About what?" She closed her eyes. "Keeping you warm." He tucked the comforter around her. "Keeping you safe." Her breaths deepened, and her body relaxed against him. He kissed the top of her head. "Keeping you mine.

Why are you willing to protect me?" Because no matter how much she fussed and snarled, it was music to his ears. When he breathed in her scent, he was in heaven. And when he gazed into her sky-blue eyes, an eternity wasn't long enough. But he couldn't tell her that, so he shrugged. "I don't like people to be unhappy.

He didn't know how to deal with people who were falling apart, how to comfort them. He wasn't sure if he'd just forgotten how to be with people at all.

consoling himself with the thought that one day

That's how children deal with terror, they fall asleep.

She said there was comfort to be found in the permanence of mathematical truths, in the lack of arbitrariness and the absence of ambiguity. In knowing that the answers may be elusive, but they could be found. They were there, waiting, chalk scribbles away. "Nothing like life, in other words," he said. "There, it's questions with either no answers or messy ones.

At times, he didn't understand the meaning of the Koran's words. But he said he liked the enhancing sounds the Arabic words made as they rolled off his tongue. He said they comforted him, eased his heart. They'll comfort you to . Mariam jo, he said. You can summon then in your time of your need, and they won't fail you. God's words will never betray you, my girl.

There is a way to be good again For you, a thousand times over Not a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to say, but because we don't have to say anything It's wrong what they say about the past, I've learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer Better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie

She said there was comfort to be found in the permanence of mathematical truths, in the lack of arbitrariness and the absence of ambiguity. In knowing that the answer may be elusive, but they could be found. They were there, waiting, chalk scribbles away

It was only a smile, nothing more. It didn't make everything all right. It didn't make anything all right. Only a smile. A tiny thing.

We'd each roll to our side of the bed and let our own savior take us away. Soraya's was sleep. Mine, as always, was a book.

That's how children deal with terror. They fall asleep.

It hurts to say that," he said, shrugging. "But better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie.

She said There was comfort to be found in mathematical truths, the lack of arbitrariness and the absence of ambiguity. In knowing that the answers may be elusive, but they could be found. nothing like life, in other words , he said

I rolled him over so he faced me. He felt light as a dream. I placed a kiss on his dry, cracked lips. I put a pillow between his face and my chest and reached for the back of his head. I held him against me in a long, tight embrace.

Well, people need stories to divert them at difficult times like this.

Ah, a storyteller," the general said. "Well, people need stories to divert them at difficult times like this.

His little body convulsed in my arms with each sob.

If I've learned anything in Kabul, it is that human behavior is messy and unpredictable and unconcerned with convenient symmetries. But I find comfort in it, in the idea of a pattern, of a narrative of my life taking shape, like a photograph in a darkroom, a story that slowly emerges and affirms the good I have always wanted to see in myself. It sustains me, this story.