Quotes About Comfort

A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval.

When I came home in the middle of the night I was tired; I longed for a tolerant giant, a person as big as a house, to hold me and rock me.

It's not the cold that makes you sleep yourself to death in the Arctic, it's the smooth pallor of the landscape, and the desert has that same smooth pallor, though Arabic. It's the whiteness, the sameness of everything, that makes you fall asleep out of life, parched or frozen and so so comfortable when you finally let it roll over your mind, like a rolling-pin over dough.

I am here as a speck, but I don't feel scared or about to be blown away, I feel like all New York is a warm embrace just waiting to enfold me.

Put the kettle on. Look out the kitchen window. Love that remains.

He doesn't yearn for a better, different life than the one he has - because he knows he's got a home in this one.

What did you do before there were drugs? Before there were antibiotics?  . . . You learned to sit on the bedside and hold the hand  . . . every once in a while you gave the person a hug.

On my day off, I rarely want to eat restaurant food unless I'm looking for new ideas or recipes to steal. What I want to eat is home cooking, somebody's anybody's - mother's or grandmother's food. A simple pasta pomodoro made with love, a clumsily thrown-together tuna casserole, roast beef with Yorkshire

What gives, O my little sister? Come thou and have a nice lay-down with your malenky droog in this bed.

You got used to a bit of peace and you got used to a bit of extra pretty polly.

In other words, I heard life going on, and it was a comfort.

She was a source of love and comfort and friendship and companionship and like-mindedness without any of the difficulties of a girlfriend

Major Fosdick was cleaning his guns in the drawing-room because it was the most comfortable room in the house. While he did this he brooded. He enjoyed cleaning his guns and he enjoyed brooding so that the afternoon was passing pleasantly enough and its charm was disturbed only by the presence of his wife, who sat opposite him, mending a flannel undergarment and making disjointed conversation about subjects in which he was not interested.

Why do people persist in an unsatisfying relationship, unwilling either to work toward solutions or end it and move on? It's because they know changing will lead to the unknown, and most people believe that the unknown will be much more painful than what they're already experiencing. It's like the old proverbs say: "Better the devil you know than the devil you don't know

Porque sabe que el cambio conduce hacia lo desconocido, y la mayoría de la gente cree que lo desconocido será mucho más doloroso de lo que ya está experimentando. Es como lo que dicen los viejos proverbios: «Más vale lo malo conocido, que lo bueno por conocer», o «Más vale pájaro en mano que ciento volando».. Estas creencias esenciales nos impiden emprender acciones capaces de cambiar nuestras vidas.

Book love, my friend, is your pass to the greatest, the purest, and the most perfect pleasure that God has prepared for His creatures. It lasts when all other pleasures fade. It will support you when all other recreations are gone. It will last until your death. It will make your hours pleasant t you as long as you live.

What on earth could be more luxurious than a sofa, a book, and a cup of coffee?

She went up to her room, disembarrassed herself of her finery

she would remain up-stairs with her child. She always made use of her child when troubles came

A man who lives much at a club is apt to fall into a selfish mode of life. He is taught to think that his own comfort should always be the first object. A man can never be happy unless his first objects are outside himself. Personal self-indulgence begets a sense of meanness which sticks to a man even when he has got beyond all hope of rescue.

Let a man be of what side he may in politics, — unless he be much more of a partisan than a patriot, — he will think it well that there should be some equity of division in the bestowal of crumbs of comfort

That's just what I said to Mrs Hearn. And those girls have never been used to anything like real economy. What's to become of them I don't know;" and Mrs Boyce, as she expressed her sympathy for her dear friends, received considerable comfort from the prospect of their future poverty. It always is so, and Mrs Boyce was not worse than her neighbours.

Though you add carriage to carriage, you will not be carried more comfortably.

But God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.