Quotes About Comfort

Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me.

Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.

I nominate this song as the "Song for the group" (from the Benefit CD): Chorus from the song "Inside" by Jethro Tull for it's positive mention of "joe": I'm sittin' in the corner feelin' glad, got no money comin' in but I can't be sad, That was the best cuppa coffee I ever had, And I won't worry about a thing because we got it made, here on the Inside outside's so far away.

I never found much comfort in overly organized religion of any sort.

One should not stand at the foot of a sick person's bed, because that place is reserved for the guardian angel.

Worries go down better with soup.

What soap is for the body, tears are for the soul.

God is closest to those with broken hearts.

Tradition becomes our security, and when the mind is secure it is in decay

Home, I thought. Wasn't a home a private place? A place where the family could feel secure? How could strangers come and search through our secrets? If

I searched for something to say to comfort him, but he spoke first. "Well, I guess the old man came out to greet his public again.

She found, in visits, relief from the aches of old age. "I have Even in my self in times Past Lost the snse of Paine for some time by the Injoyment of good Company." She

Was it wrong to take a job just because you'd fallen in love with a bed?

When home is a safe house, I know I feel safe and secure when I'm at home

There is a primal reassurance in being touched, in knowing that someone else, someone close to you, wants to be touching you. There is a bone-deep security that goes with the brush of a human hand, a silent, reflex-level affirmation that someone is near, that someone cares.

Even before I learned what I was, books were my escape from the world. This place . . . bookstores, libraries . . . they're the closest thing I have to a church.

books were my escape from the world. This place . . . bookstores, libraries . . . they're the closest thing I have to a church.

bookstores, libraries … they're the closest thing I have to a church.

There's solace in the thought that I will never finish missing her.

If Jesus himself prayed with "loud cries and tears" at times, then we can certainly feel free and unashamed to pour out our souls to God. I

As I squat to pee I look upward at the billions of stars and planets in the heavens and somehow my own insignificance no longer terrifies me as it once did, but comforts me, makes me feel a part, however tiny, of the whole complete and perfect universe. . . and when I die the wind will still blow and the stars still shine, for the place I occupy on earth is no more permanent than the water I now make, absorbed by the the sandy soil, dried instantly by the constant prairie wind . . .

Not everyone can be relaxed or comfortable enough to seriously listen to the (debate or interview) answers.

So much is yet to come. Soon will be blankets and pillows, and books by the bed to make the stuff of dreams. And then tomorrows.

Man is extremely uncomfortable with uncertainty. To deal with his discomfort, man tends to create a false sense of security by substituting certainty for uncertainty. It becomes the herd instinct.