Quotes About Comfort

Nothing is more comfortable than not having to think.

Sleep with me sleep with my dogs-

Life is comfortable and clean enough here already. And so secure. What it needs it to be less secure, more eager.

She was close in her husband's arms; she clung to him; whatever of strangeness and slowness and insularity she might find in him, none of that mattered so long as she could slip her hands beneath his coat, run her fingers over the warm smoothness of the satin back of his waistcoat, seem almost to creep into his body, find in him strength, find in the courage and kindness of her man a shelter from the perplexing world.

But the bird's trilling, the dependable presence of Foolish, comforted Doremus, made military drill and belching politicians seem unimportant and in security he dropped asleep in the worn brown leather chair.

They were shelters for sparrows, not homes for warm laughing people.

But after a fortnight he could enter the lounge, ignore the human furniture, and rustle his newspaper with almost as much relaxation as he had felt in his library in Zenith. He was becoming accustomed to the home of the homeless.

So we stood hand-in-hand, like two children, and there was peace in our hearts for all the dark things that surrounded us.

I felt Holmes's hand steal into mine and give me a reassuring shake. - Watson

Malo, muy malo a de ser el hombre que no tenga una mujer que le llore.

They knew each other very well--so well that they could sit now in that soothing silence which is the very highest development of companionship.

When true friends meet in adverse hour; 'Tis like a sunbeam through a shower. A watery way an instant seen, The darkly closing clouds between.

To all, to each, a fair good-night, And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

Blessed be sleep! It visiteth all alike, descending as the dews of heaven on the bond and free.

possible, get a relaxing massage. If you can't, take a bubble bath every night and stay in the tub long enough to unwind.

You cold?' He chafes my arms. I haven't been cold since I moved here. This is something else. 'No. But you can put your arms around me anyway.

There's nothing like your mother's sympathetic voice to make you want to burst into tears.

Honestly, shopping beats therapy, anytime. It costs the same and you get a dress out of it.

So I buy it. The most perfect little cardigan in the world. People will call me the Girl in the Gray Cardigan. I'll be able to live in it. Really, it's an investment.

If your life's at a juncture and you need to think about things, there's nowhere better than home. However old you are.

When the dog bites, when the bee stings... I simply remember I have a boyfriend and suddenly things don't seem quite so completely shit.

And we spend the rest of the evening getting very pissed and eating ice cream, as we always do when something good or bad happens to either one of us.

Above all, staring at my old bedroom ceiling, I feel safe. Cocooned from the world; wrapped up in cotton wool. No one can get me here. No one even knows I'm here. I won't get any nasty letters and I won't get any nasty phone calls and I won't get any nasty visitors. It's like a sanctuary. I feel as if I'm fifteen again, with nothing to worry about but my Homework. (And I haven't even got any of that.)

Mum always says the right thing. She always makes everything better.