Quotes About Comfort

If books are not good company, where will I find it?

No gunfire, famine, or flies. Just lots of toothpaste, gardening and people stuff.

Also remember, love inhabits more than just the heart and mind. If need be it can take shelter in a big toe.

Words will heal your heart. If you ever come to disregard everything I've told you, believe at least this much: your words and only your words will heal your heart.

Whenever I felt particularly bad I'd instantly cling to a favorite daydream, one I was willing to revisit constantly, a pretty vivid one too . . .

Confining us to the comforts of a well-lit home gives our varied imaginations a chance to fill the adjacent darkness with questions and demons.

As always, one of her books was next to her.

She gave 'The Dream Carrier' to Max as if words alone could nourish him.

Quién estaba allí para tranquilizarlo cuando le arrancaron la alfombra de la vida bajo los pies dormidos?.

Who was there to soothe him as life's rug was snatched from under his sleeping feet?

One sat painfully now, among the falling chunks of rain, and the other stood next to her, waiting. "Why did he have to die?" she asked, but still, Rudy did nothing; he said nothing. When finally she finished and stood herself up, he put his arm around her, best-buddy style, and they walked on. There was no request for a kiss. Nothing like that. You can love Rudy for that, if you like.

and I held him, like love, in my arms.

Come on, Max,' she whispered, and even the sound of Mama's arrival at her back did not stop her from silently crying. It didn't stop her from pulling a lump of salt water from her eye and feeding it onto Max Vandenburg's face. Mama took her. Her arms swallowed her. 'I know',she said. She knew.

Earlier, I'd held her papa in one arm and her mama in the other. Each soul was so soft.

If nothing else, they died fast and they were warm. The boy from the plane, I thought. The one with the teddy bear. Where was Rudy's confort? Where was someone to alleviate this robbery of his life? Who was there to soothe him as life's rug was snatched from under his sleeping feet?

The sound of the accordion was, in fact, also the announcement of safety.

In bed, she read with Papa, who could tell something was wrong. It was the first time in a month that he'd come in and sat with her, and she was comforted, if only slightly. Somehow, Hans Hubermann always knew what to say, when to stay, and when to leave her be. Perhaps Liesel was the one thing he was a true expert at.

When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then warming up completely. Healing.

In the hall, Papa hugged her. She desperately needed it.

She remembered her books in the moments of worst sorrow, especially the ones that were made for her and the one that saved her life.

As winter set in, she was no longer a victim of Sister Maria's frustrations, preferring to watch as others were marched out to the corridor and given their just rewards. The sound of another student struggling in the hallway was not particularly enjoyable, but the fact that it was someone else was, if not a true comfort, a relief. When

He warmed up soon after, but when I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice cream. He started melting in my arms. Then warming up completely. Healing.

They tell us to "be ourselves," but if you listen closely, there's more to that sentence: ". . . until you make them uncomfortable.

She couldn't tell exactly where the words came from. What mattered was that they reached her. They arrived and kneeled next to her bed.