Quotes About Comfort

There should be a rule for grief groups: forty-watt bulbs only.

As I wish for you dreams that will soothe your soul, dreams that will whisper of secrets untold. I wish for you dreams that will capture your life, dreams so spectacular and bright you can know no strife. I wish for you my child, a dream as brilliant as sunrise, and warm as it's gentle rays. But most of all precious one, I dream for you, of many peaceful days.

Catching her hand, he drew her with him as he laid Amber in the crib and took his mate back to bed. No one heard the small sound that was made after their bedroom door closed: a soft, sweet, kittenish little purr.

Sir. I could use a crutch." His knees gave way, but the captain was there, his arms going around the taller man's bony body, holding him to him as he shook with silent sobs. "I have you, son," he whispered. "I'll be your crutch.

Ghost Stories: Visits from the Deceased" December 2, 2008), the University of Goteborg found that over 80 percent of elderly people experienced hallucinations of their partner within a month after their passing. Almost

I wrapped my hands around the familiar cup and tried to draw strength from it. It was from Thea's old Moss Rose set, remnant of careful scrimping and saving in her first year of marriage. Yet the mellow old cup now brought me no comfort, only a feeling of helplessness, of time slipping away. Sunday-best dishes gone to everyday and now to mismatched pieces. Like Thea and me

Just remember, being young is nice, but being old is comfortable.

How long shall I harbor sorrow in my soul, grief in my heart day after day? Look, answer me, O Lord, my God! — Ps. 13:3-4

In my mother's house there is still God. Act 1, Scene 1 ~ A Raisin in the Sun

We curl up on the couch together, under a blanket, whisper I love you, I missed you, confusing tenses I think.

When they slept together, she almost cried. He was a kisser, and he kissed and kissed. It seemed the kindest thing that had ever happened to her. He kissed and whispered and brought her a large glass of water when she asked for one.

I can't believe I just asked you to hold my hand,' said Ira, but Mike had already taken it.

it would be a combination of comfort and surprise an audience might appreciate.

Blank is to heartache as forest is to bench.

He showed his daughter how to use cushions to vary his position and relieve the monotony of pressure that corrupts the flesh, but he made her leave the room for all those tasks which would normally fall to the lot of a woman, and which show the greatest love.

It was now possible to wake up in the morning and be amazed and grateful to be yet alive and living in a solid house, and to go to bed at night full of relief at having lived a commonplace and uneventful day.

When you're not used to comfort and good things to eat, you're intoxicated by them in no time. Truth's only too pleased to leave you. Very little's ever needed for Truth to let go of you. And after all, you're not really very keen to keep hold of it.

Home is where we're going now

He was the only man she had ever known who made her feel protected. He made her feel safe, secure. And the feeling was strange to her.

If one has a book, Mr. Boone, One is never alone. They will talk to you when you want to listen, and when you tire of what they are saying, you just close the book. It will be waiting for you when you come back to it.

We accept the familiar and the usual. We are comfortable with it. We do not want our nice three-dimensional world shattered. We enjoy our certainty, and even Einstein shied from the erratic world of the quantum theory. It suggested a chaos with which he was not prepared to deal.

No matter how miserable it may be, one's own home is a haven. To step through the door, drop into a familiar chair, and sleep in one's own bed is vastly comfortable. It is an escape from the world outside. It represents safety, security. Once inside the door, one can lay down the burdens of the world and relax. In a larger sense, our three-dimensional

According to Father Ron Rolheiser, "American culture is the most powerful narcotic this planet has ever perpetrated."5 By keeping us focused on food, pleasure, entertainment, and comfort, it keeps us from developing spiritual depth, personal integrity, character, concern for the poor, or community life.

It was a box of tissues.