Quotes About Comfort

We'll just sit here, said Barney, and if we think of anything worth while saying we'll say it. Otherwise, not. Don't imagine you're bound to talk to me. John Foster says, quoted Valancy, 'If you can sit in silence with a person for half an hour and yet be entirely comfortable, you and that person can be friends. If you cannot, friends you'll never be and you need not waste time in trying.' Evidently John Foster says a sensible thing once in a while, conceded Barney.

Night is beautiful when you are happy—comforting when you are in grief—terrible when you are lonely and unhappy.

No matter what dreadful things happened at least there were still cats in the world.

Miss Cornelia dropped in that afternoon, puffing a little. I don't mind the world or the devil much, but the flesh does rather bother me, she admitted. You always look as cool as a cucumber, Anne, dearie. Do I smell cherry pie? If I do, ask me to stay to tea...

John Foster says, quoted Valancy, 'If you can sit in silence with a person for half an hour and yet be entirely comfortable, you and that person can be friends. If you cannot, friends you'll never be and you need not waste time in trying.

And you know one can dream so much better in a room where there are pretty things.

I love keeping house...it's really a lovely phrase isn't it? Keeping it...holding it fast against the world...against all the forces trying to tear it open.

She dropped miserably on the first chair she came to and sat there staring through the oriel, oblivious of Good Luck's frantic purrs of joy and Banjo's savage glares of protest at her occupancy of his chair.

Pat wanted to comfort him for something she did not understand. She slipped her little hand into his...he had a warm pleasant hand. They walked home together so.

Cuando el crepúsculo deje caer su cortina y prenda allí una estrella, recuerda que tienes cerca una amiga, aunque la distancia te separe de ella.

So you can, girl, if you use your ears. I only wanted you to be comfortable. You look so durned uncomfortable, standing there. Well, I'LL sit anyway. Norman accordingly sat down in the very place John Meredith had once sat. The contrast was so ludicrous that Rosemary was afraid she would go off into a peal of hysterical laughter over it. Norman cast his hat aside, placed his huge, red hands on his knees, and looked up at her with his eyes a-twinkle. Come, girl, don't be so stiff

wounded prisoners. I wish I could hope, Miss Oliver—it would help, I suppose. But hope seems dead in me. I can't hope without some reason for it—and there is no reason. When Miss Oliver had gone to her own room and Rilla was lying on her bed in the moonlight, praying desperately for a little strength, Susan stepped in like a gaunt shadow and sat down beside her. Rilla, dear, do not you worry. Little Jem is not dead. Oh, how can you believe

It gives you a lovely, comfortable feeling to apologize and be forgiven, doesn't it?

JeÅ›li potrafisz spÄ™dzi? z kimÅ› póÅ' godziny w zupeÅ'nym milczeniu i nie czu? przy tym wcale skrepowania, ty i osoba ta mo?ecie zosta? przyjacióÅ'mi. JeÅ›li zaÅ› milczenie bÄ™dzie wam ci??yÅ'o, jesteÅ›cie sobie obcy i nie warto nawet stara? siÄ™ o zadzierzgniÄ™cie przyja?ni.

the best of it all was the coming home.

home" must always be the loveliest spot in the world, no matter what fairer lands may lie under alien stars.

No había lágrimas, solo el mismo dolor horrible de pena y tristeza que siguió haciéndole daño hasta que se quedó dormida

You've been crying, Aunt Edith," said a troubled Timothy. He got up out of his chair and hugged her. "Just you wait till I grow up and when I'm a man nothing'll ever make you cry.

She felt as if love was all about her and around her, breathed out from some great, invisible, hovering Tenderness. One couldn't be afraid or bitter where love was - and love was everywhere.

When twilight drops her curtain down and pins it with a star, know you may have a friend, though she may wander far

I think you can always tell when a house has been loved. But it's been asleep for so long. And lonely. It always hurts me to see a house lonely.

You needn't be a mite afraid to sleep in that bed. I aired the sheets today Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and Marilla didn't know I did it and gave them another airing Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and Millie didn't know either of us did and gave them a third.

Well, that is another hope gone. 'My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.' That's a sentence I read in a book once, and I say it over to comfort myself whenever I'm disappointed in anything.

You'll get so tired of Blair Water — you'll know all the people in it — what they are and can be — it'll be like reading a book for the twentieth time.