Quotes About Comfort

My wife... so grateful for that. Nothing can be bad - going home and having someone making you feel like the best every day.

What I love about going home is that, if I turn my phone off or don't open my computer, nothing's changed. Obviously, the world has changed for me, but home looks and feels exactly the same.

Like catching a glimpse of the McDonald's golden arches after a night out, when I see the blue and white Boots sign in the distance I feel comforted.

Actually, I love golf clothes! I think this is the most interesting part of golf!

Lest when I am gone you may be at a loss for an epitaph for me, let me give you one - He Fed Fevers.

If you're gonna fall apart, do it in your own bedroom.

I just want to have folks be comfortable and just share and have a good conversation. To me, that's kind of a lost art.

I feel like I've made some good memories in San Antonio. I feel like I'm in a really good family in San Antonio. They understand me. I understand them.

I do think the secret to a good marriage is separate bathrooms.

Well, air-conditioning is not a good thing.

I've got a massive VHS collection in my apartment. Some people think that it's not a good thing, but I find comfort in it.

One of the good things about losing your feet is I can wear all the pointy shoes I want, and it doesn't hurt anymore. I can wear shoes just for fashion now.

Good times or bad, my mom is always there for me, this makes her the best. My mom is everything.

I remember that feeling, that comfort, that sense of everything in its place, the rightness of it all, when the winter is loved and the summer is all the sun there is. When you want that specific moment, that time, that place, that situation, forever. You can't force it or wish it, and praying doesn't help. You wait, you keep going, you hope maybe it will come around again. That flawless equilibrium.

Whether you call on him or don't call on him, God will be present with you.

when we enter the gates of pain and use the healing power of memory, we will hear God speaking, and we can take comfort and rest our weary souls in his crazy, holy grace.

Knowing that even though you see only through a glass darkly, even though lots of things happen - wars and peacemaking, hunger and homelessness - joy is knowing, even for a moment, that underneath everything are the everlasting arms.

What deadens us most to God's presence within us, I think, is the inner dialogue that we are continuously engaged in with ourselves, the endless chatter of human thought. I suspect that there is nothing more crucial to true spiritual comfort . . . than being able from time to time to stop that chatter including the chatter of spoken prayer.

God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?

Îns? în ceea ce îi priveÅŸte pe "prietenii cei buni", mereu prea comozi ÅŸi care, tocmai ca prieteni, îÅŸi închipuie c? au dreptul la comoditate, faci bine dac? le avansezi un loc de joac?, o aren? a nepriceperii lor: vei avea astfel pricin? de râs; - sau s?-i înl?turi cu totul pe aceÅŸti prieteni buni, - ÅŸi iar s? râzi!

Or is it this: To be sick and send away the comforters, and to make friends of the deaf, who never hear your requests?

In moments when fever, agony, and pain make it hard to pray, the suggestion of prayer that comes from merely holding the rosary - or better still, from caressing the Crucifix at the end of it - is tremendous!

as the mother knows the needs better than the babe, so the Blessed Mother understands our cries and worries and knows them better than we know ourselves.

every sorrow is really the "Shade of His Hand outstretched caressingly