Quotes About Comfort

it's grandma food, 'bad for the arteries but good for the heart.

Nector [speaking to Bernadette] could have told her, having drunk down the words of Nanapush, that comfort is not security and money in the hand disappears. He could have told her that only the land matters and never to let go of the papers, the titles, the tracks of the words, all those things that his ancestors never understood how the vital relationship to the dirt and grass under their feet.

He felt at home in many places.

seemed quite content to sit in silence sometimes and not try to entertain each other.

I went home in great delight.

he assured me that God didn't make cancer because cancer is not good, and he cautioned me not to blame God for something He didn't make.

It struck her how eating was a comfort during a hard time because it reminded you that there had been other days, good days, when you'd eaten the same thing.

can't watch her die," he told her. "I just can't." He waited on the porch till it was over.

I'm glad I can still sometimes drug my senses with a book.

Zephaniah 3:17 states that the Lord "will quiet you with his love." So whenever those negative voices whisper that you're a worthless failure, let the Lord "quiet you with his love." Let God's love silence those hurtful voices from your past.

Volvieron a quedarse en silencio, pero era un silencio lleno de compañía.

Los libros son la presencia más constante de mi existencia. Mi mayor apoyo. En muchos sentidos el amor de mi vida.

Abrazarme a su espalda por la noche y saber que no estaré sola nunca más. Querer y que te quieran, esa cosa tan bonita y tan sencilla que otras personas consiguen, pero yo

As for God, I frankly admit that I find it easier to live with the age-old questions about suffering than with many of the easy or pious explanations offered from time to time. Some of which seem to verge on blasphemy. I hope so much that no one has sought to try and comfort you by saying that God must have needed Francesca more than you. I would find it impossible to worship a God who deliberately stole my child from me. Such a God would be a moral monster.

Elfrida, are you about to cry? - I might be. - Why? - Relief. ?

Alone. She realized how much she had missed the luxury of solitude, and knew that its occasional comfort would always be essential to her. The pleasure of being on one's own was not so much spiritual as sensuous, like wearing silk, or swimming without a bathing suit on, or walking along a totally empty beach with the sun on your back. One was restored by solitude. Refreshed.

What do you suppose their

I felt urgently in need of some spiritual comfort, and began, at about this time, to send out messages to God. I imagined these feeble communications as minute blips of light, little wriggling glow worms which, unless God had a telescope pointed directly at them, he would be unlikely to notice.

He brushes my cheek, wiping a tear. From the soul or whatever indefinable part of you makes you Annie. I like that part. The pad of his thumb circles my cheekbone, and I can't take my eyes off his.

On the other hand, strong feelings were aroused by something else. At that time man was much more active than later. Everything in his environment as well as the images in his soul, stimulated him to activity, to movement. When his activity could proceed without hindrance, he experienced pleasure, but when this activity was hindered in any way, he felt displeasure and discomfort.

It is better to lie quiet in the mud than to be disturbed on good bedding.

Let them fall, Mowgli. They are only tears.

Who goes to the hills, goes to his mother.

May no ill dreams disturb my rest, Nor Powers of Darkness me molest. —Evening Hymn.