Quotes About Comfort

There are pains too deep for words, but there's touch to say what words can't. 'Can

He came to me then, wrapped his arms around me. I stayed stiff in his arms for a moment, and then I collapsed into his body. I clung to him. I let his strength and his nearness hold me. I let him hold me while I wept and screamed and wailed. I lost it completely, and Richard held me while I did it.

Luca never stands when he can lean.

It was freezing and dark out, and Miriam's house was homey and warm, and the idea of not being alone another night sounded rather nice.

Some things worked far better in imagination than reality. In imagination, she was intrepid and resourceful; in reality she wished she were home, wrapped in a quilt.

The green-painted shutters had been closed over the windows, giving the house the look of a comfortable matron who had knotted off over her knitting.

arrived. She settled herself on

The food of love isn't music. It's grilled cheese and tomato sandwiches.

My brother Toby , quoth she, is going to be married to Mrs. Wadman . —Then he will never, quoth my father, be able to lie diagonally in his bed again as long as he lives.

God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.

I am pursuaded of it, madam, as much as can be, That both man and woman bear pain or sorrow, (and, for aught I know, pleasure too) best in a horizontal position.

To feel safe and warm on a cold wet night, all you really need is soup.

For the socially timid, the kitchen is the place to be. At least, it is a place to start.

Dinner alone is one of life's pleasures. Certainly cooking for oneself reveals man at his weirdest. People lie when you ask them what they eat when they are alone. A salad, they tell you. But when you persist, they confess to peanut butter and bacon sandwiches deep fried and eaten with hot sauce, or spaghetti with butter and grape jam.

Holly sat down, as if at home. But, Guido wondered, would she be happy where there were no trays?

Having a friend made everything else suck less.

Until then we're going to keep making memories like this, moments when we're the only two people in the whole world. And when we get scared or lonely or confused, we'll pull out these memories and wrap them around us and they'll make us feel safe. And strong.

the only thing that helped me breathe was opening a book

Pie makes everybody happy.

I won't take a real nap. I have this halfway place, a rest stop on the road to sleep, where I can stay for hours. I don't even need to close my eyes, just stay safe under the covers and breathe.

So, she tells me, the words dribbling out with the cranberry muffin crumbs, commas dunked in her coffee.

Keep home in your heart, where no one can steal it.

I'm just going to pretend that a very good-smelling, incredibly warm stranger is sitting next to me, a harmless stranger.

My goal is to go home and take a nap.