Quotes About Comfort

Music is the refuge of the lonely.

until we make peace with our homes, we can never quite make peace with ourselves.

They lay together where they fell, and it was sweet and it was surprising, like waking up together in bed.

These cigarettes are the equivalent of wearing tight shoes to get the pleasure of taking them off.

He saw that I was shy, and at the time I was still scared of feeling with another person, so he put his arm around me and pulled me and put my head on his breast and gave me love actually.

I find a certain degree of loneliness not only tolerable but deeply pleasurable.

There was also something about the smell of bookshops that was strangely comforting to her. She wondered if it was the scent of ink and paper, or the perfume of binding, string, and glue. Maybe it was the scent of knowledge. Information. Thoughts and ideas. Poetry and love. All of it bound into one perfect, calm place.

You will never be lonely with a book at your side

Your eyes are wide open. I feel as though I could step inside them and make myself at home.

It's okay," I said, holding her, starting to cry myself. "It's not okay," said Jane. "But it's the way it is.

As he talked, I watched Emma and wondered what is to become of her. She is of an age to be married but she spends her time with people who are so much older than she, that she is never likely to meet a husband. And if she does, I do not know if she will wish to marry. She is too comfortable where she is. Her father is easy to please and she can do as she likes with the household. A husband will have his own views, and Emma is not likely to take to that way of living.

I'm not asking for anything beyond your company in sleep. Just let me rest with the sound of your heartbeat beside mine.

Sometimes, for a moment, everything is just as you need it to be. The memories of such moments live in the heart, waiting for the time you need to think of them, if only to remind yourself that for a short while, everything had been fine, and might be so again.

There are few ills a good cup of tea won't help with.

Well-used memories, picked over and worn thin like a favourite shirt.

The Fates knew, she could have used some comfort. But some people need to be held up. Which means some people need to do the holding.

You have to learn to love the small things in life, like a hot bath. You have to love the small things, when you've nothing else.

Even for me. There's nothing like the company of someone even more wretched than yourself to make you feel better. Trouble is, take their misery away and your own presses in twice as cold and dreary behind it.

I can't walk forever, Malacus, I can't fight forever. How much of this horrible shit should a man have to take? I need to sit down a minute. In a proper fucking chair! Is that too much to ask? Is it?

In the end, people don't really care much about being free. They want to be warm and well fed and to not have to worry. In particular, they want to not have to worry about being thrown off a tower for wearing the wrong shoes.

That thought, as the misery of others often can, made him feel just a little better.

can be a terrible curse for a man to get everything he ever dreamed of. If the shining prizes turn out somehow to be empty baubles, he is left without even his dreams for comfort.

To live in the realm of the unpredictable is to be all potentials at once. Can you become comfortable in this empty space? If you can, you are at the nexus of a great creative power, the "I am.

This is an easy thing in the eyes of the LORD"2