Quotes About Comfort

Acum m? închid,m? cuib?resc în fric?,m? înf??or,m? cufund în ea,ca într-un aÈ™ternut.

All good and true book-lovers practice the pleasing and improving avocation of reading in bed ... No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.

But I, when I undress me Each night, upon my knees Will ask the Lord to bless me With apple-pie and cheese.

And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle-bed; So shut your eyes while Mother sings Of wonderful sights that be, And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock on the misty sea.

Not so, however, with books, for books cannot change. A thousand years hence they are what you find them to-day, speaking the same words, holding forth the same cheer, the same promise, the same comfort; always constant, laughing with those who laugh and weeping with those who weep.

He thinks money spent on a home is money wasted. He's lived too much in hotels. Never the best hotels, of course. Second-rate hotels. He doesn't understand a home. He doesn't feel at home in it. And yet, he wants a home. He's even proud of having this shabby place. He loves it here.

Well, they say a good cry does you a lot of good.

And when comfort is what we want, one of the most powerful tonics alternative medicine offers is the word 'natural.' This word implies a medicine untroubled by human limitations, contrived wholly by nature or God or perhaps intelligent design. What 'natural' has come to mean to us in the context of medicine is 'pure' and 'safe' and 'benign'. But the use of 'natural' as a synonym for 'good' is almost certainly a product of our profound alienation from the natural world.

Friends show their love in times of trouble.

Does God know I'm still here? Does God know it's still me inside?" "Sure He does! Of course He does! He's right with you. he's right there." "Because I feel really alone sometimes." "You're not alone." I move to her, put my hand on her shoulder. "You're not, believe me.

I'll be fine. My fear will keep me warm." She laughed. I think it was the first time I'd heard her laugh, and I looked at her in surprise. "You're funny," she said. "Oh yeah, I'm a laughing riot.

The hungry can't eat your tears. The poor can't spend them. They're no comfort to the afflicted and they don't bring the wicked to justice. Everything useful that can be done in the world can be done in joy.

A driver is a king on a vinyl bucket-seat throne, changing direction with the turn of a wheel, changing the climate with a flick of the button, changing the music with the switch of a dial.

give her a quick peck, then tell her, "You'll be fine." "Never say that. That's what the doctors tell you when you're going to die.

It's very common for people coming from a broken home to want material possessions around them. They are building their own nests.

At long last I can make a cosy nest of my own,' she told friends, filled with enthusiasm at the idea of furnishing and decorating her own place; indeed, the desire to make the place 'cosy' became her constant refrain. For the first time she would be able to express herself without having to look over her shoulder or be reminded of sad events.

lawyers' offices to sign the immunity agreement, her grandmother, Bernice, had said, "At last I can sleep at night." A few

Human misery was the trough from which she now fed herself and she felt more comfortable in the presence of other unlucky people. It made her feel less alone, less diminished.

Be near me when my light is low and be near me when my heart is sick...

an old woman say 'You see, he really cares: he's crying.

In 1923 Churchill wrote Clementine 'A Dissertation on Dining Room Chairs' which stated that 'The Dining Room chair has certain very marked requisites.' It needed to be comfortable, have arms and be compact, and the back had to be 'almost perpendicularly over the legs'.37 There also needed to be no fewer than twenty of them. Meals around the circular table in Chartwell's

I felt my hands quiver at the unexpected contact. I... wasn't used to being touched in a way that didn't involve violence, at least not in the last few years. It helped that it was Sera. I pictured when we'd held hands as children. It had been perfectly normal, even comforting, when we were little. I hadn't associated touching with pain back then.

I couldn't afford luxuries like embarrassment

Let's not kid ourselves. Whatever we diagnose, most patients, if they don't die, get well by themselves. Our job is mainly to try to make them feel better do no harm.