Quotes About Comfort

Die bequemste öffentliche Meinung ist noch immer die öffentliche Meinungslosigkeit.

Wir werden nicht daran zugrunde gehen, dass einige Zeitgenossen besonders niederträchtig sind, und nicht daran, dass einigen von diesen und jenen mit einigen von denen identisch sind, die den Globus verwalten. Wir gehen an der seelischen Bequemlichkeit aller Beteiligten zugrunde. Wir wollen, dass es sich ändert, aber wir wollen nicht, dass wir uns ändern. Wozu sind die anderen da?, denkt jeder und wiegt sich im Schaukelstuhl.

What comfort there is in the skin of someone you love!

Wir reden nicht viel, aber wir sind voll zarterer Rücksicht miteinander, als ich mir denke, dass Liebende es sein können. Wir sind zwei Menschen, zwei winzige Funken Leben, draußen ist die Nacht und der Kreis des Todes. Wir sitzen an ihrem Rande, gefährdet und geborgen...wir sind uns nahe mit unseren Herzen und die Stunde ist wie der Raum: Überflackert von einem sanftem Feuer gehen die Empfindungen hin und her...

I breathe deeply and say over to myself: - 'You are at home. You are at home.' But a sense of strangeness will not leave me, I cannot feel at home amongst these things . . . I am not myself there. There is a distance, a veil between us.

Ah! Mother, Mother! You still think I am a child - why can I not put my head in your lap and weep? Why have I always to be strong and self-controlled? I would like to weep and be comforted too, indeed I am little more than a child; in the wardrobe still hang short, boy's trouser - it is such a little time ago, why is it over?

A neat little apartment with a neat little bourgeois life. A neat little security on the edge of the abyss. Do you really see that?

Es piece?os un p?rlaižu acis istabai. Griesti ir zemi un sl?pi, un telpa nav liela, bet man taj? ir viss, kas vajadz?gs, - gulta, plaukts ar gr?mat?m, galds, p?ris kr?slu un vecas klavieres.

Er drehte die Dusche an. Das kühle Wasser strömte über seine Haut. Er atmete tief und trocknete sich ab. Der Trost der kleinen Dinge. Wasser, Atem, abendlicher Regen. Nur wer allein war, kannte auch sie.

We are little flames poorly sheltered by frail walls against the storm of dissolution and madness, in which we flicker and sometimes almost go out. Then the muffled roar of the battle becomes a ring that encircles us, we creep in upon ourselves, and with big eyes stare into the night. Our only comfort is the steady breathing of our comrades asleep, and thus we wait for the morning.

Gândurile nu pot tr?i f?r? mângâiere È™i am?gire;se z?p?cesc în faÈ›a imaginii nude a disper?rii.

All at once I feel utterly dejected. "What was the good of it all, Mother?" I say. She strokes my hand. "It must have been for some good, Ernst. The Father in heaven knows, you may be sure of that.

they are the strongest, most comforting thing there is anywhere: they are the voices of my comrades.

But our comrades are dead, we cannot help them, they have their rest—and who knows what is waiting for us? We will make ourselves comfortable and sleep, and eat as much as we can stuff into our bellies, and drink and smoke so that hours are not wasted. Life is short.

out my cigarettes, break each one in half and give them to the Russians. They bow to me and then light the cigarettes. Now red points glow in every face. They comfort me; it looks as though there were little windows in dark village cottages saying that behind them are rooms full of peace. The

It is good, sometimes, not to have to think of anything. Not to have to do everything yourself. To be able to lean. Ach, darling, it is all quite easy really.

Even a soldier's behind likes to sit soft.

Anyway, there were thousands of Kantoreks, all of them convinced that they were acting for the best, in a way that was the most comfortable for themselves. But as far as we are concerned, that is the very root of their moral bankruptcy.

Ah! Mother, Mother! You still think I am a child - why can I not put my head in your lap and weep? Why have I always to be strong and self-controlled? I would like to weep and be comforted too, indeed I am little more than a child; in the wardrobe still hang short, boy's trousers - it is such a little time ago, why is it over?

Cik labi, ja cilv?kam ir cigaretes. Sm??is dažk?rt ir pat lab?ks nek? draugi. Cigaretes nemulsina. T?s ir m?mas un labas.

As long as there was tea, there was England.

If we can't be safe, let us at least be comfortable.

For those passengers who did feel unsettled by the German warning, Cunard offered comforting words. Wrote passenger Ambrose B. Cross, "From the very first the ship's people asseverated that we ran no danger, that we should run right away from any submarine, or ram her, and so on, so that the idea came to be regarded as a mild joke for lunch and dinner tables.

Tea was comfort and history; above all, it was English. As long as there was tea, there was England.