Quotes About Comfort

Even my dick was relaxing, and had fallen from the upright to the horizontal.

What he wanted was something soft and fat and gentle, full of rounding sweet places to hide in.

A home is not a museum. It doesn't have to be furnished with Picasso paintings, or Sheraton suites, or Oriental rugs, or Chinese pottery. But it does have to be furnished with things that mean something to you.

As a follower of Jesus through faith in Him, the Holy Spirit is your only hope of ever consistently acting like a man. He is the courage to make right choices, the guide toward truth and away from error, the source of our comfort, and the provider of our strength. His primary tool is the Word of God.

In making God our buddy, we find Him nice for cuddling but not much help when the hurricane comes. UNFULFILLED LONGING FOR

Finding joy in times of pain begins with understanding that true joy is rooted in God. Thus, keeping one's relationship with God at the center of one's life is essential to discovering areas of joy, comfort and solace.

Pay attention to physical feelings as well. Recently, I chatted with Matt, a young Jesuit in training, who had just directed a retreat for a group of young adults and spoke with them about how to listen to God. In addition to feelings of peace and comfort, and even inexplicable and incommunicable feelings, Matt added bodily feelings, another indication of God's presence.

One day she accidentally ran over my rosary beads with the vacuum cleaner. When she pulled it out, it had lost three beads. When I came home from school I spied it on my bedpost and said, "Hey look what happened to my rosary beads!" Hoping to make me feel better, she said, "Well, look on the bright side. Now it won't take you so long to pray it!

I'm not shooting for happy. I'm aiming for comfortable and fat.

I have never known any distress that an hour's reading did not relieve.

The warmth of the bourbon still glowed deep within her, helping her find her center. How could something so simple have brought her so much relief? But Safia sensed it wasn't truly the alcohol so much as the kindness. She had forgotten what that was like. It had been too long. Not since…not

What a sense of security in an old book which time has criticized for us!

What she looked, Driver thought, was completely comfortable with herself, a quality uncommon enough anywhere, and one so remarkable in trendy, self-reinventive L.A., as to appear truly subversive.

Do you know what it is to be really intimate, to feel safe with someone who will never betray you, will never force you to act unlike yourself? That was what we had.

I would tell you that you looked really hot today when I saw you naked, but that probably wouldn't be appropriate, being as we're in bed together but not doing anything.

I'm sad.' 'I'm sorry and I'm here for you.' 'Aren't you going to tell me to cheer up? People always tell me to cheer up.' 'No, I still like you when you're sad.

It was so dark I could hardly see her. The weight of her arm was wonderfully comfortable, and her gin-sweet breath was warm on my cheek.

When we are sad...it can be comforting to cling to familiar objects, to things that don't change.

when my cat died I had to go out and borrow all these Simon and Garfunkel records.

and there she was, turning and smiling at me, at me! and there were way too many people in the theater because it was the seven o'clock show, way more people than I was comfortable with my generalized anxiety and hatred of crowded places and more people trickling in even after the show had started but I didn't care, it could have been a foxhole in the Somme being shelled by the Germans and all that mattered was her next to me in the dark, her arm beside mine.

when you feel homesick, he said, just look up. because the moon is the same wherever you go

I'd given up trying to explain Hobie to Boris: the house, the workshop, his thoughtful way of listening (...) but more than anything a sort of pleasing atmosphere of mind: foggy, autumnal, a mild and welcoming micro-climate that made me feel safe and comfortable in his company.

immediately allayed his fears, he gratefully recalled, by "the raillery

I find that without a place to work, it is difficult to work. I look forward with the greatest pleasure to the use of my books at night at home.