Quotes About Comfort

Jag äter chokladkakor och flyter i timmar omkring i poolen i solskenet, så att kloret i vattnet gör mitt skinn gummiartat som på en säl.

How do you keep a thousand books in one room and then call the room a den?

Nick will come home, sweaty and salty and beer-loose from a day at the ballpark, and I'll curl up in his lap, ask him about the game, ask him if his friend Jack had a good time, and he'll say, "Oh, he came down with a case of the dancing monkeys—poor Jennifer was having a 'real stressful week' and really needed him at home.

There is no man so insecure as a bottom-level functionary in a sinecure he has held for a long time.

And Ciel lay down and cried. But Mattie knew the tears would end. And she would sleep. And morning would come.

I used to call my dad. The surge of emotion is so raw that it's all I can do to hold back tears. One look at him and I'm six years old again, and he's hugging me and stroking my hair the way he did when I was upset. I was living a lie back then, but at least I was happy.

I say that home is where there is a chair and a glass.

This was hell then; it wasn't anything to worry about: it was just his own familiar room.

In a crisis perhaps it is old clichés one clings to, like a child to a parent.

Suddenly I realized she was asleep. Exhausted by her flight she had fallen asleep against my shoulder as so many times, in taxis, in buses, on a park-seat. I sat still and let her be. There was nothing to disturb her in the dark church. The candles napped around the virgin, and there was nobody else there. The slowly growing pain in my upper arm where her weight lay was the greatest pleasure I had ever known.

I shut my eyes and she was again the same as she used to be: she was the hiss of steam, the clink of a cup, she was a certain hour of the night and the promise of rest.

They had the comfort of not learning from experience.

But she wouldn't pray, she took what comfort and credit she could for not praying; it wasn't that one disbelieved in prayer; one never lost all one's belief in magic. It was that she preferred to plan, it was fairer, it wasn't loading the dice.

It is odd how reassuring conversation is, especially on abstract subjects: it seems to normalize the strangest surroundings.

opio ni siquiera era entonces una droga nociva: el láudano era un sedante nada más. Y empleado por los pudientes, que los pobres no podían costearse. La religión es el válium del pobre, eso es

I have always liked fat men. They have given up all unnecessary effort, for they have had the sense to realize that women do not, as men do, fall in love with physical beauty. It's easier to feel at home with a fat man.

The first day one watches to see whether a routine will emerge: it is a routine that makes home.

I have always liked fat men. They have given up all unnecessary effort, for they have had the sense to realize that women do not, as men do, fall in love with physical beauty. Curran was stout and so was your father. It's easier to feel at home with a fat man.

A bedroom without a photograph always seems to indicate a heartless occupant, for one needs the presence of others when one falls asleep.

She was the hiss of steam, the clink of a cup, she was a certain hour of the night and the promise of rest.

Some people feed you with love," Tara said, "and some people love you with food.

I told her that I'd done things in my youth that had placed me beyond the comfort and shelter of love, and so i had conducted my life in retreat.

Frost's "The Death of the Hired Man" ran through his overheated brain: Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.

There have been times I would have given anything for such faith, for the belief that divine justice exists somewhere in the universe. Facing Sarah's death without it was an existential baptism of fire. The comfort that belief in an afterlife can provide was obvious in the hospital waiting rooms and chemo wards, where