Quotes About Comfort

The key word in her mind was home. Home is the one place where your own priorities hold sway. At home, you decide how you spend your time, how you share your space, and how you manage your possessions. Away from home, you don't. This loss of freedom was what people like Lou Sanders and Wilson's mother, Jessie, dreaded. Wilson

At home, you decide how you spend your time, how you share your space, and how you manage your possessions. Away from home, you don't. This

This simple but profound service—to grasp a fading man's need for everyday comforts, for companionship, for help achieving his modest aims—is the thing that is still so devastatingly lacking more than a century later.

The key word in her mind was home. Home is the one place where your own priorities hold sway. At home, you decide how you spend your time, how you share your space, and how you manage your possessions. Away from home, you don't. This loss of freedom was what people like Lou Sanders and Wilson's mother, Jessie, dreaded.

Our reluctance to honestly examine the experience of aging and dying has increased the harm we inflict on people and denied them the basic comforts they most need.

And having a place that genuinely feels like your home can seem as essential to a person as water to a fish.

and led her out of the room.

Other shoes aren't as comfortable

To go to bed and to wake up again day afte day besides a woman, to lie in bed with our arms around each other and drift in and out of sleep, to be with each other not as a quick stolen pleasure, nor as a wild treat but like sunlight, day after day in the regualr course of our lives. I was discovering all the ways that love creeps into life when two selves exist closely, when two women meet.

I have often wondered why the farthest-out position always feels so right to me; why extremes, although difficult and sometimes painful to maintain, are always more comfortable than one plan running straight down a line in the unruffled middle.

Dreamt [. . .] of a grey hen who came rubbing against me, wanting to be stroked. She was afraid of me, thought I was dangerous, but I stroked her and then she flew up and settled on the roosting-bar or shelf in the hen-house.

Oh, it is sweet to sleep against a woman's breast, a mother's, or a mistress's, but the mother's is sweetest. LAURA.

I just want to come and sit on your front porch and drink mint juleps.

Smoking had become my favorite thing in the world to do. It was like having instant comfort, no matter where or when.

Bad news should be followed with soup. Then a nap.

His laugh is made if porch swings and lemonade

We haven't slept together. But we've napped

Should I just sit down, right here at carousel seven, and shake until somebody's arms are around me and they're saying, 'It's okay, I'm here, I'm here, come with me to the institute.

When I ate vanilla frosting straight from the can, I could feel God standing right next to me like a real best friend, watching, and smiling, and wishing he had a mouth.

His laugh is made of porch swings and lemonade.

I wish I had a tray table in my bedroom and I wish I smoked, just so I could extinguish my smoking materials

Like somebody who was just happy because there was macaroni and cheese in the world.

Truthfulness itself is almost medicinal, even when it's served without advice or insight. Just hearing true words spoken out loud provides relief.

If you loathe your job, the situation is improved if you can do it in your underwear. Drunk. *