Quotes About Comfort

I seldom feel comfortable in a theatre. I always feel like I own a cinema. I feel equally happy in an empty one as a full one. Probably happier in an empty one!

I feel a lot more comfortable on stage in the theatre. It just reminds me of being a kid and doing pantomimes.

We need each other, Jack. I don't think there's anyone I counted on more than I did Liz. You, maybe, but you're just not as soft and cuddly.

Vanni had the kids on the bed with her. She was lying on her back with Matt curled up against her on one side and Hannah on the other, both of them sleeping with their mouths open. Vanni was sound asleep, but there was the smallest smile on her lips. She had her arms around them, holding them close, one of Marianne's afghans pulled over them. And Paul fell in love all over again.

A good cry will help you clean out the pipes so you can breathe easier.

Vanni rocked Hannah back and forth, tears running down her cheeks. Hannah settled back against Vanni and looked up at her face. She put a pudgy little hand against Vanni's cheek and said, "Mama." "Yes, my little angel," Vanni said with a sniff. "I'm going to be your mama. Yes. Mama loves you." *

She was wearing an old sweatshirt and pair of jeans, big fluffy slippers and had some kind of feathery dusting thing on a long handle in her hand. And she looked delicious. He wanted to tackle her on the spot.

She sighed deeply. "I really thought about trying to explain them," she said. "And why I really didn't want to—" He reached across the console and picked up her hand, holding it, giving it a squeeze. He smiled and shook his head at her. It's okay, he mouthed silently. He didn't let go of her hand.

He wanted her to relearn, in his arms, the beauty of what could happen between a man and woman. The joy and ecstasy. After what had been done to her, she should know that in this, the love that he had for her, there would never be fear or pain, but only pleasure. Pleasure so wild and wonderful, it would fill her life for many days and nights to come.

He gently and clumsily lifted the little boy into his arms. His head went onto Preacher's shoulder and it felt odd. Preacher didn't have a lot of experience with carrying around children, but he liked the way it felt. He gave the boy's back a few long, slow strokes.

He laid the boy gently on the bed, strangely reluctant to put him down. The warmth of the child against his chest was comforting. He couldn't resist touching his floppy blond hair. Beautiful little kid.

She realized uneasily that she hadn't really known as much as she should have about T.J., but she knew everything about Sean. She knew his strengths and weaknesses. He had never lied to her. When she first saw Sean a month ago, she thought he'd reappeared to screw up her life. She'd literally wanted to rearrange his face. Now, she ran into his arms for comfort and support. Her best friend. A man she knew she could trust.

No one should make you cry like this. Tell me who he is. I'll kill him for you." "I wasted so much time on him," she said with a hiccup of emotion. He kissed her eyes. "He's a dick," he said. "Worse. He's a stupid dick." She responded with a small, whimpering laugh. He

Just tell me this—are you going to be hurt or disappointed?" she asked. "I'm going to be grateful," he whispered. Then he pulled her down beside him. "Come here. Let me hold you. It's all I've got.

She loved watching John—his movements so slow and steady, confident. And to talk with him in the evening after closing, even for a while, was like a reward. The sound of his voice as he read to her son, kind of raspy and soft, comforted her as much as it did Chris. She

She felt tears on her cheeks, but she didn't feel pain. Just that loneliness that sometimes plagued her.

He handed her one of his blue work shirts, already decorated with a little old paint. He was very happy to see her put it over her sweats and tank. Then he observed with some consternation that she looked every bit as pretty and sexy in that oversize shirt.

I don't really want to leave the house. I'll have to find a way to change that soon, but for now, I just want to feel safe. That's a tall enough order.

Noah realized with some embarrassment that he wanted to hold her and comfort her, whisper all the right words that would bring her peace of mind. He wanted to be the one to get her through this. To rescue her. To put his arms around her, protect her and bring contentment where there was fear and pain. Hope. He would show her hope where there was hopelessness.

the good Lord in his infinite wisdom gave us three things to make life bearable – hope, jokes and dogs, but the greatest of these was dogs.

And so back up the ravines to the comfortable places (the sane ones?) where we don't have to think too much. Where life is, after all, just 'getting by' and where we survive, half asleep.

It seems to me that the good lord in his infinate wisdom gave us three things to make life bearable- hope, jokes, and dogs. But the greatest of these was dogs.

I had a massive bed at home, and I loved her dearly. She was my queen, and I was her loyal subject.

I finally got up around noon, after having decided that, as far as monogamous relationships go, I could probably do worse than marrying my bed.