Quotes About Comfort

Even in darkness your lips taste of sunshine

Maybe one night I'll be asleep and I'll feel a hand like a dove on my cheekbone and feel her breath cool like peppermints and when I open my eyes my mom will be there like an angle, saying in the softest voice, When you are born it is like a long, long dream. Don't try to wake up. Just go along until it is over. Don't be afraid. You may not know it all the time but I am with you. I am with you.

It was always a relief when she came home to him. Like water or food. Like music or that moment when you cut yourself with a knife and squeeze the skin and no blood oozes out.

There's nowhere to escape," Dobey said, jamming his hands into his pockets and staring into the Valley. That's not true, baby," said Desiree. She took his hands and pulled him to her, wrapping her legs around his torso. She could feel the sobs in both of them, but quiet, silenced by the kiss. They could escape inside each other.

It wasn't that shocking kind of feeling they both expected. More like a huge sigh of relief spreading through them. Like your cold, naked body falling into a soft, warm bed, under covers, into arms. The place that you knew you needed but you were afraid to even imagine for fear that it would never come.

Hopefully, when you are young, you discover something called love, which is really just another name for going home.

Dr. Edwards's hands were cupping her face, forcing her to look up.

illness of Bep's father—bad news that makes her want to fall asleep as a release from thinking.

The appeal was so often the same: Make me comfortable so I can go on doing whatever I want to do. They wanted sin without consequences.

Jesus was with her, but she couldn't see Him; she couldn't touch Him. Never one for hugs and kisses from anyone but Niclas, she missed human touch. Why

He needed the warmth of the sun to take away the chill of foreboding that grew in him.

Whatever happens to me, the Lord is always with you.

And the Holy Spirit helps us in our distress. For we don't even know what we should pray for, nor how we should pray. But the Holy Spirit prays for us with groanings that cannot be expressed in words. ROMANS 8:26

Death began to look like a friend.

She met his eyes, praying he understood. I felt safe with you. His expression softened. You'll always be safe with me.

Espera —gritó—. ¡Espera! Miguel la tomó de la mano. —Aquí estoy. —Sintió que temblaba y la tomó en sus brazos—. No voy a dejarte aquí en la oscuridad. —Le levantó el mentón y la besó suavemente—. ¿Cuándo entenderás que te amo?

Aun cuando yo pase por el valle más oscuro, no temeré, porque tú estás a mi lado. Tu vara y tu cayado me protegen y me confortan. SALMO 23:4

Why me?" There's a better question, of course: "Why not me?" Why should any of us be spared struggle, when struggle is a condition more universal than comfort

Good friend, we all hurt for her. But her suffering will bring about God's purpose, and you will see it.

I'm going to rub your faces in things you try to avoid. I don't find it strange that all you want to believe is only that which comforts you. How else do humans invent the traps which betray us into mediocrity? How else do we define cowardice?

How tempting it is to raise high walls and keep out change. Rot here in our own self-satisfied comfort.

what other society would have such a natural regard for her privacy and comfort that the giver would intrude only enough to deposit the gift and not inflict her with the donor?

There's coffee for those who want it,' the Duke said.

So many times you've given me comfort and forgetfulness.