Quotes About Comfort

And it is a great thing to die in your own bed, though it is better still to die in your boots.

The book fascinated him, or more exactly it reassured him. In a sense it told him nothing that was new, but that was part of the attraction.

The book fascinated him, or more exactly it reassured him. In a sense, it told him nothing that was new, but that was part of the attraction. It said what he would have said, if it had been possible for him to set his scattered thoughts in order.

The essential act of war is destruction, not necessarily of human lives, but of the products of human labor. War is a way of shattering to pieces, or pouring into the stratosphere, or sinking in the depths of the sea, materials which might otherwise be used to make the masses too comfortable, and hence, in the long run, too intelligent.

The essential act of war is destruction, not necessarily of human lives, but of the products of human labor. War is a way of shattering to pieces, or pouring into the stratosphere, or sinking in the depths of the sea, materials which might otherwise be used to make the masses too comfortable, and hence, in the long run, too intelligent. Even

She sat against him, putting her arm round his

Now then, Dorothy! No snivelling, please! It all comes right somehow if you trust in God. Matthew vi. 35. The Lord will provide.

War is a way of shattering to pieces, or pouring into the stratosphere, or sinking in the depths of the sea, materials which might otherwise be used to make the masses too comfortable, and hence, in the long run, too intelligent.

The essential act of war is destruction, not necessarily of human lives, but of the products of human labour. War is a way of shattering to pieces, or pouring into the stratosphere, or sinking in the depths of the sea, materials which might otherwise be used to make the masses too comfortable, and hence, in the long run, too intelligent. Even

There is no law to say that the beds in a lodging-house must be comfortable. This would be quite an easy thing to enforce—much easier, for instance, than restrictions upon gambling. The lodging-house keepers should be compelled to provide adequate bedclothes and better mattresses, and above all to divide their dormitories into cubicles.

Almost any situation is bearable if you have a home to go back to and a family who will stand by you. With

My new home was much to my liking.

No, war will not be stopped. But it is a comfort, in the midst of a war, to read an antiwar book this good, and be reminded that just because something keeps happening, doesn't mean we get to stop regretting it. Massacres are bad, the death of innocents is bad, hate is bad, and there's something cleansing about hearing it said so purely.

I have grown comfortable having these Dead for company, and find them agreeable companions, over there in their Soil & cold stone Houses. In "Wartime Washington: The Civil War Letters of Isabelle Perkins," compiled and edited by Nash Perkins III, entry of February 25, 1862.

Ningún lugar es aburrido si me dan una mesa, buen café y unos libros. Eso es una patria.

I'm looking forward to a good night's sleep on the soil of a friend. [on an upcoming trip to Denmark]

It is a much easier and less distressing thing to draw remonstrances in a comfortable room by a good fireside than to occupy a cold bleak hill and sleep under frost and snow without cloaths or blankets.

It seems we only sleep well in our own bed.

It was a great gift of his, being able to sleep anywhere, at any time, and forget his worries from one second to the next.

I think myself I ought to be shot for writing such nonsense .... But it's unquestionably good escapist literature and I think I should rather like it if I were sitting in an air-raid shelter or recovering from flu. [As quoted in Jane Aiken Hodge, The Private World of Georgette Heyer (p. xii).]

No, no, Kit, don't cry!' begged Freddy, putting his arm round her. 'Can't bear you not to be happy! I won't say another word. Never thought there was any hope for me. Just wanted to tell you.

You will very soon be. Sit down. Why are you not at the ball?" "I had no inclination for it, sir. I might ask, why are not you?" "Not finding you there, I came here," he replied. "I am indeed flattered," said Miss Challoner. He laughed. "It's all I went for, my dear, I assure you. Why was that fellow holding your hands?" "For comfort," said Miss Challoner desolately. He held out his own. "Give them to me.

Yet, after all, Jenny thought she had been granted more than she hoped for when she married him. He did love her: differently, but perhaps more enduringly; and he had grown to depend on her. She thought that they would have many years of quiet content: never reaching the heights, but living together in comfort and deepening friendship.

Mrs Hendred did not like the people around her to be unhappy. Even the sight of a housemaid crying with the pain of the toothache made her feel low, for misery had no place in her comfortable existence; and when it obtruded itself on her notice it dimmed the warm sunshine in which she basked, and quite ruined her belief in a world where everyone was contented, and affluent, and cheerful.