Quotes About Comfort

You want to be comfortable, but it's also good to stay on your toes, especially in the midst of a long season.

Hugs make you feel psychologically more secure and together.

Being married, I don't know how to describe it. It's very comfortable when you find the right person. It all comes together beautifully.

The times you have to get up in the middle of the night and hold one of your children because they're scared of the lightning. Or changing diapers. That togetherness far outweighs the times you don't get to sleep in.

If there's anything I love after my wife and my kids, it's my toilet. I am king there.

Now, as husbands go, I have to admit I did all right. Joe is unquestionably handsome, doesn't leave ragged toenail clippings scattered about the house, and has never once, in nearly five thousand days of togetherness, left the toilet seat up.

When I got my Oprah money, the first thing I bought was a really nice electronic bidet toilet seat.

Hate American toilets with only toilet paper and no bidets.

My ideal beach house has bookshelves full of paperbacks that can tolerate a little sand, a DVD library that includes some Disney classics for the little ones, board games, and jigsaw puzzles. At least one big flatscreen television is a must.

White people in North America live in a social environment that protects and insulates them from race-based stress. This insulated environment of racial protection builds white expectations for racial comfort while at the same time lowering the ability to tolerate racial stress.

It's something most people of color and most women have been burdened with their whole lives, having to suppress your natural emotion to make everybody else feel comfortable. Repeatedly having to do that takes its toll.

Your home should be your home. People shouldn't be allowed to use whatever crazy lenses they use to catch you waking up in the morning.

But the more isolated people are—the less sense of community and responsibility for one another they feel—the more they turn to money for their comfort and survival.

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. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.

She has never liked sleeping alone. Even as a small child, she would steel herself to brave the black soup of the room as far as her brother's bed, creeping in beside him. And he, who when awake would rather fight than talk, would put his arms around her and stroke her hair until their warmness mingled and she fell asleep.

A woman wearing saggy old workout clothes that she never worked out in, that had somehow become her pajamas and the clothes she went to the grocery store in and the clothes she wore around the house all day, with her dirty hair pulled back in a ponytail and who looked like she'd just been run over by a sedan.

The words of kindness are more healing to a drooping heart than balm or honey.

Nearer, My God, to Thee.

E'en though it be a crossThat raiseth me;Still all my song would be,Nearer, My God, to Thee,Nearer, My God, to Thee,Nearer to Thee.

I did not contact my father. He had another family; he was a stranger. I'd been raised, capably and neglectfully, by a borrowed woman and her shadow. I lay on Naomi's bed in the empty cottage, comforted by the hollow in her pillow, my face soaked. It was the beginning of grief, for every version of her.

Leave your puppy a favorite chew toy. Rub the toy between your palms so that it smells like you.

Nor need we power or splendor, wide hall or lordly dome; The good, the true, the tender - these form the wealth of home.

No matter how she beseeched the stars for guidance, their light remained far away and cold; they provided no answers and no comfort.

In my experience nursing is waiting. The mother becomes the background against which the baby lives, becomes time. I used to exist against the continuity of time. Then I became the baby's continuity, a background of ongoing time for him to live against. I was the warmth and milk that was always there for him, the agent of comfort that was always there for him. My body, my life, became the landscape of my son's life. I am no longer merely a thing living in the world; I am a world.