Quotes About Comfort

Must protect my little pockets of happiness.

The business of a newspaper is to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable was one of the aphorisms his boss liked to quote.

It's like Charlie told the cop. For this old man, this is home.

For the rest of the night, all I could think about was how many heads had lain on those pillows before my own.

My dearest heart," he whispered, gathering her into his arms. He was holding her so tight she could hardly breathe, but she liked it. She wanted to become a part of him, she thought, as she cuddled up against him. She wanted to be with him always. "I will never let anything hurt you again," he went on. "I will be your lord and your love, and wherever I go, you will be in my mind and my heart.

You going back for your home or for your pet?" "They're the same thing

Try a little tenderness ...

Sometimes you want to hear your own mother's voice.

I'm going to check on you in the night, he said. At random intervals of my choosing. I figured.

Her door is cracked only a tiny bit, and her room is dark. Through the crack I can see her legs on the bed and hear her crying. Not like the big sobbing you do when something tragic and unexpected happens. It's the quiet kind of crying that can go for hours, when over and over again you try to stop, try to tell yourself it's going to be okay, but another part of yourself can't stop thinking about the thing that's breaking your heart.

Maybe that's what praying is all about. Maybe it's not just asking God to forgive us for bad things or asking Him for good things. Maybe it's just the act of praying and feeling that there's someone up there listening that makes us feel better and less helpless.

There's something nice about the silence of a car ride in the dark, going home. When you were tired of the radio and conversation, and it was okay to just be alone with your thoughts and the road ahead. If you're that comfortable with someone, you don't have to talk.

I had this wild thought that he was the only one in all this chaos who was just like me, and that was comforting and profound all at once.

It's gonna be okay, I said. It was the first time in a long time that I believed it. It will.

Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together.

I trailed off and he didn't push me to finish. I was finding that I liked that.

But now, I was beginning to wonder if you didn't always have to choose between turning away for good or rushing in deeper. In the moments that it really counts, maybe it's enough- more than enough, even- just to be there. ~Ruby, pg 399

Watching him, I thought, not for the first time that night, that maybe it should have felt strange to be with him, here, now. And yet it didn't, at all. That was one of the things about the night. Stuff that would be weird in the bright light of day just wasn't so much once you passed a certain hour. It was like the dark just evened it all out somehow.

Best Friends. And I thought of what she had done all the millions of times I cried to her, collapsing at even the slightest wounding of my heart or pride. So I reached over and pulled her to me, wrapping my arms around her, and held my best friend close, returning so many favors all at once....

Morris was not the type to offer a hug or even hold your hand. But there was something in his quiet indignation at the universe then--and Luke, now--that was just the kind of comfort I needed. I'm such a mess, I said. We're almost off the island and I didn't even ask you where you were going. He shrugged. No place. Wherever you are.

It [I'm leaving] wasn't really necessary to say, especially if you were already walking away. Almost redundant. And yet, there was a comfort in being no question, no room for doubt.

All I wanted - all I'd ever wanted - was just to get away. To be somewhere small where I could crowd in and feel safe, all four walls pressed around me, no one staring or pointing or yelling.

It's not forever', she'd said, but to my mother, it might as well have been. She had make her choice, and this was it, where she felt safe, in a world she could, for the most part, control.

It was just the lightest dusting, and another person might have mistaken it for something else. But I knew where I came from. No matter where I was, or what got me there, I would always feel at home when I touched sand.