Quotes About Comfort

Wherever you go, there we are. It wasn't true. But it made him feel better. That was what words could do.

It can be nice and still be a prison.

Odd how a few sticks of furniture hung around like that. It made her feel better to see them. They would unpack, deploy the furniture, use it until it became invisible. Habit would once again cloak the naked reality of the world. And thank God for that.

I worked hard to create such nests of habit, as everybody does, for without habit life would be too abrasive and too long to live.

There is nothing which has yet been contrived by man by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn. —SAMUEL JOHNSON

But to me, writing books is a way to earn a living in my pajamas.

Huset har søkning av kaffedrikkere.

Kaffe av skålen, et forsvarlig smørogbrød med snedkeren, ingen unatur og kunster, det var akkurat som et lite fotfæste for hende her i denne kroken.

Why am I letting you comfort me?" He stared over her head. Because I've made sure you have no one else to turn to.

I still don't see why we couldn't sleep in that cave," Mari said as MacRieve led her out into the night. "Because my cave's better than their cave.

Everything between us is sick... twisted. And it doesn't have to be." "Shh, shh." He rocked her in his arms. Never had he comforted another in such a manner. He was awkward with this as well. "I h-hate you s-so much." She sobbed so hard her body quaked against him, her tears wetting his chest. "I know.

As he'd slept one night, suffering from some nightmare, she'd gazed down at him with tenderness. Her chest had ached with feeling for him—as his continued to do for her. She'd smoothed hair from his brow, soothing him with soft words.

When drops from the canopy kissed her face, he drew his wings over his head, creating a shelter. "I've always room for you too.

Doona worry, I'll take care of you." He grasped her hand in his. "You're going to be all right." Chloe's gaze drifted to Loa. "That a snake?" Loa said, "She keeps death away." Chloe blinked those big eyes up at him and whispered, "Wish that was the weirdest thing . . . I've heard tonight.

That's the thing about home, bébé. It'll always be there waiting for you.

As he slept, his heartbeat returned to slow and steady, lulling her. Before she joined him, she decided that she never wanted to sleep without that sound again.

Why do you keep coming back just to sit beside my bed?" Seeming surprised by the question, he'd answered in a gravelly voice, This is . . . satisfying. To me. I find it deeply so.

But there is another realm where we can always find something true, the fireside of a friend, where we shed our little conceits and find warmth and understanding, where small selfishnesses are impossible and where wine and books and talk give a different meaning to existence. There we have made something that no falseness can touch. We are at home.

This is home. This is where we are. This is the place we store our love. You just have to be content to be in your own skin, that's all. Charlie to Ginny

His gaze was so soft that she would like to wrap herself with it.

Knowing the Lord was in their midst took the edge off the agony. Told You Twice

what is God? "He's truth; He's meaning. He's my purpose and yours. With terrorists wiping people out, dealers hooking kids on meth and ecstasy, violence and cruelty; there's still love, comfort, joy, and hope. That's God. Without him, none of it makes sense.

Books are the mile markers of my life. Some people have family photos or home movies to record their past. I've got books. Characters. For as long as I can remember, books have been my safe place.

Sometimes being a good friend means saying nothing.