Quotes About Comfort

In life, it's between choosing risk and striving for greatness, or risking nothing and being certain of mediocrity

It's easy to lose sight of God when life is sweet and easy, but there is something awesome about despair, and it is the closeness of God when we are at our weakest.

I've got an air mattress for a bed...really living the high life.

Much of my experience of life has cost me a great price and I wish to use it for strengthening and comforting other souls.

The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.

Winter is not a season, it's a celebration.

Life's better without braces.

Life Lesson 3: You can't rush grief. It has its own timetable. All you can do is make sure there are lots of soft places around - beds, pillows, arms, laps.

Broken I run to you for your arms are open wide. I am weary but I know your touch restores my life.

In this filthy despicable world someone suddenly reached out and held on to me. My life in my darkest moment, at the moment of all moments. The one person that reached out to me, was you Yoon Jae In

Life sure is easier when you're rich." "And a natural born charmer. Don't forget that part." "How could I?" she retorted. "It's the only thing we have in common.

Because of Jesus-there is always hope, even in the darkest moments of your life.

His hand is firm and warm, and somehow, big as it is, it fits with mine.

Violet says, 'Are you okay now?' Her hair is windblow and her cheeks are flushed. Whather she likes it or not, she seemes happy. I take a good long look at her.

I can feel the apology in his fingers, and this takes the wind out of me, so I lean into him—just a little—and read over his shoulder. His hand is warm and I don't want to stop holding it. We

It's okay to laugh you know. The earth is not going to split open. You're not going to hell. Believe me.

They are like lying in the grass under the sky on a summer day. You're blinded by the sun, but you can feel the ground beneath you, so as much as you think you could go flying off, you know you won't. You're warmed from the inside and from the outside, and you can still feel that warmth on your skin when you walk away.

I expect some fast reply, something flirty and flip, but instead he doesn't look up, just reaches for my hand and keeps reading. I can feel the apology in his fingers, and this takes the wind out of me, so I lean into him-just a little-and read over his shoulder. His hand is warm and I don't want to stop holding it.

I take her hand under the gray-blue sky and I'm home.

But when I'm with you, everything is quiet; everything just seems right, like my skin fits. And I don't just mean when I'm with you with you.

I want to stay in here, where it's warm and bright, surrounded by things that are living and not dead.

Decent friends—check. Roof over my head—check. Food in my mouth—check.

and while it's not the most exciting conversation I've ever had, it is a nice, normal date, with a nice, normal guy, and there's something to be said for that right now.

bedroom. I am wearing my Freud slippers, the fuzzy ones made to look like his face, and Target pajamas, the ones with the purple monkeys. This is the clothing equivalent of my happy place.