Quotes About Comfort

Home is the place where when you go there, you have to finally face the thing in the dark.

the late afternoon sunlight, warm as oil, sweet as childhood ...

That's how you know you're home, I think, no matter how far you've gone from it or how long you've been in some other place. Home is where they want you to stay longer.

Home is watching the moon rise over the open, sleeping land and having someone you can call to the window, so you can look together. Home is where you dance with others, and dancing is life.

For a moment he felt a wild hope: perhaps this really was a nightmare. Perhaps he would awake in his own bed, bathed in sweat, shaking, maybe even crying . . . but alive. Safe. Then he pushed the thought away. Its charm was deadly, its comfort fatal.

I know that the thing under my bed doesn't exist. But I also know that if I keep my feet under the blanket, it won't grab my ankle

It's only a little secret, but having a secret makes me feel better. Like a human being again.

I was lost in the dark and you found me. I was hot - so hot - and you gave me ice.

The shining. It was a good name, a comforting name, because she had always thought of it as a dark thing.

He remembered waking up once, listening to the wind, thinking of all the dark and rushing cold outside and all the warmth of this bed, filled with their peaceful heat under two quilts, and wishing it could be like this forever.

Sometimes home is where the heart is, Eddie thought randomly. I believe that. Old Bobby Frost said home's the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in. Unfortunately, it's also the place where, once you're in there, they don't ever want to let you out.

Relief loosens tongues beyond measure.

Long days and pleasant nights

George, I'm sorry!" he cried through his tears. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please, I'm suh-suh-SORRY—" And then they were around him, his friends, and no one lit a match, and someone held him, he didn't know who, Beverly maybe, or maybe Ben, or Richie. They were with him, and for that little while the darkness was kind.

The mild, spicy smell of old books hit him, and the smell was somehow like coming home.

The devil you knew was always preferable to the devil you didn't.

Maybe that's one of the ways you recognize really lonely people . . . they can always think of something neat to do on rainy days. You can always call them up. They're always home. Fucking always. For

Money was no cure for sorrow, Alec reflected, but it did allow one to grieve in relative comfort.

He began to limp home, because home was where you went when you were hurt and beaten.

There is really nothing so comforting to the beaten of spirit or the broken of skull than a good strong dose of 'Thy will be done.

I felt comfortable as only one can on such a night, when all is miserable outside and all is warmth and comfort inside.

May we have happy days, satisfied minds, and little or no low back pain.

I tell you what, there's nothing like having a mother around when you're thinking of scary shit.

Finest kind of dope. Book-Valium. No more heebie-jeebies. No more whim-whams