Quotes About Comfort

The decor of the house was by now legendary, and was fast becoming the model for a style of country home decor that emphasized color, comfort, and lack of formality. Its popularity prompted Mrs. Tree to create a home-design firm around the concept. Her future business partner would later describe her aesthetic as one of "pleasing decay.

Vibration due to heavy gunfire or other causes will be felt much less if you do not lie with your head against the wall.

Do you understand?" I nodded. He kissed me again. "Do you trust me?" I nodded. His lips buried in my neck. "Do you want me?" Nod. "Absolutely." "Then don't be afraid. Don't ever be afraid when you're with me." "I won't," I whispered

Reese grabbed the back of the nearest easy chair and whispered, Honey, baby, come to mama.

I come from a home where gravy is a beverage.

When the going gets tough, the tough make cookies.

No one ever died from sleeping in an unmade bed.

We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.

You've such a lovely temperature.

And bed, he thought. Bed is my friend. Just bed, he thought. Bed will be a great thing. It is easy when you are beaten, he thought. I never knew how easy it was. And what beat you, the thought.

Each day of not writing, of comfort, of being that which he despised, dulled his ability and softened his will to work so that, finally, he did no work at all.

Home is where the heart is, home is where the fart is. Come let us fart in the home. There is no art in a fart. Still a fart may not be artless. Let us fart and artless fart in the home.

She was crying. I comforted her and she stopped crying. But outside it kept on raining.

let us sleep, he said and he felt the long light body, warm against him, comforting against him, abolishing loneliness against him, magically, by a simple touching of flanks, of shoulders and of feet, making an alliance against death with him.

It's all nonsense. It's only nonsense. I'm not afraid of the rain. I'm not afraid of the rain. Oh, oh, God, I wish I wasn't.' She was crying. I comforted her and she stopped crying. But outside it kept on raining.

I want to pull my hair back tight and smooth and make a big knot at the back that I can feel, she said. I want to have a kitty to sit on my lap and purr when I stroke her.

Who do you suppose has it easier? Ones with religion or just taking it straight? It comforts them very much but we know there is no thing to fear. It is only missing it that's bad. Dying is only bad when it takes a long time and hurts so much that it humiliates you.

He felt the long light body, warm against him, comforting against him, abolishing loneliness against him, magically, by a simple touching of flanks, of shoulders and of feet, making an alliance against death with him.

With all those who do not want to go to bed. With all those who need a light for the night.

THE GAMBLER,THE NUN,& THE RADIO Everything is mucho simpler in a hospital, including jokes

There is milk? What luxury!

Bed is my friend. Just bed, he thought. Bed will be a great thing. It is easy when you are beaten, he thought.

I can't say how every time I ever put my arms around you I felt that I was home.

Let us sleep," he said, and he felt the long light body, warm against him, comforting against him, abolishing loneliness against him, magically, by a simple touching of flanks, of shoulders and of feet, making an alliance against death with him, and he said, "Sleep well, little long rabbit.