Quotes About Comfort

Nothing is more dangerous than a place of safety.

You have freedom when you're easy in your harness.

If society fits you comfortably enough, you call it freedom.

You have freedom when you're easy in your harness.

And there was something more, something highly unusual. Strike had never once made her feel physically uncomfortable. Two of them in the office, for a long time the only workers at the agency, and while Robin was a tall woman, he was far bigger, and he'd never made her feel it, as so many men did . . .

Automatically, without considering what he was doing, but with the same desire for comfort that had pushed him into this café, Strike pulled his phone out of his pocket again and called Robin . . .

Now the sound of her voice, and her laughter, acted on him as it usually did, by making everything seem fractionally less awful.

The squashy earth-colored sofas, the tall cups of American froth, the wholesome young people working with quiet efficiency

She has an enviable capacity for enjoying the familiar.

He drank it sitting in Robin's chair, and ate half a packet of digestives,

But if I can cheat my heart with the old comfort, that love can be forgotten, is it not better?

The memory of Strike telling her she was his best friend made her heart feel immeasurably lightened, as though something she hadn't realized was weighing on it had been removed forever. After a moment's pleasurable savoring of this feeling . . .

The memory of him telling her she was his best friend caused a little spurt of happiness every time she returned to it . . .

mine onely faithfull frend In heauy plight and sad perplexitie; Whereof I sorie, yet my selfe did bend, Him to recomfort with my companie. Edmund Spenser The

because it was so much more comforting to believe that language alone could remake the world.

Are you all right, Robin?' 'Yes, I promise I am.' She hesitated, then said, almost defiantly, 'Cormoran's been great.

Smoking in silence as she concentrated on navigating through the increasingly heavy morning traffic, Strike noted how much he liked making her laugh. He also recognized that he felt much happier, much more comfortable, sitting here in this ramshackle Land Rover talking inconsequential nonsense with Robin than he had felt last night at dinner with Elin.

Then there was survival. There was going on, as she had always gone on, without much joy, against her will, against her instincts, without the stomach for it, but on and on and on, without relief, without release, without a hand to reach out and touch her heart. Without kindness or comfort. But on. Forced into such poverty, imprisoned in such despair, there was only one thing she was sure she could do. She could survive.

They who stand with breaking hearts around this little grave, need have no fear. The larger and the nobler faith in all that is, and is to be, tells us that death, even at its worst, is only perfect rest ... The dead do not suffer.

In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.

Keep in mind that you don't need to understand the technical aspects of audio to enjoy music in your home.

Poetry is a fireplace in summer or a fan in winter.

I am always sorry for the Puritan, for he guided his life against desire and against nature. He found what he thought was comfort, for he believed the spirit's safety was in negation, but he has never given the world one minute's joy or produced one symbol of the beautiful order of nature. He sought peace in bondage and his spirit became a prisoner.

When life looks like easy street there is danger at your door