Quotes About Comfort

It is well at any price to have peace in the home.

The Lord is mindful of his own." "Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day….

She was an expert in the exact amount of condolence which would be acceptable.

Sleep after toyle, port after stormie seas, ease after war, death after life, doth greatly please…

But seriously Poirot, what a hobby! Compare that to--" his voice sank to an appreciative purr--"an easy chair in front of a wood fire in a long low room lined with books--must be a long room--not a square one. Books all round one. A glass of port--and a book open in your hand. Time rolls back as you read.

They were silent with the comfortable silence of two people who know each other very well indeed.

I walked into Cartwright's and ordered two coffee ice cream sodas—to steady my nerves. A man, I suppose, would have had a stiff peg; but girls derive a lot of comfort from ice cream sodas. I applied myself to the end of the straw with gusto. The cool liquid went trickling down my throat in the most agreeable manner. I pushed the first glass aside empty.

Once you've passed, say, fifty, comfort is the only thing that matters.

After you've fallen in love with a man and married him and got used to his ways and settled down comfortably—to go and throw it all up and start again! It seems to me madness.

Miss Marple had her breakfast brought to her in bed as usual. Tea, a boiled egg, and a slice of pawpaw.

There was, of course, central heating, but it was not apparent.

I was glad I had been brilliant, but I did not want to think of anything complex. I wanted to go to sleep.

My flute, M. Poirot, is my oldest companion. When everything else fails, music remains.

When you're in the middle of a nightmare, something ordinary is the only hope.

He's gone down to the farm. Looking at pigs and things always soothes him if he's been upset.

Only a rose-shaded lamp shed its glow on the figure in the armchair.

Ah, my friend, one may live in a big house and yet have no comfort.

For some reason, Poirot had always been a person it was easy to talk to.

tell you, Hastings. This is all very black—very black." "Always darkest before dawn," I said reassuringly.

The fact that her breakfast had been excellently cooked and served, with good coffee and homemade marmalade, in a curious way annoyed her still more. It had deprived her of a legitimate cause of complaint. Her bed, too, had been comfortable, with embroidered sheets and a soft pillow. Mrs. Boyle liked comfort, but she also liked to find fault. The latter was, perhaps, the stronger passion of the two.

...a land of sheltered homes and warm firesides — firesides that were waiting — waiting, for the bubbling kettle and the fragrant breath of tea.

The clear-sighted do not rule the world, but they sustain and console it.

Over time I learned that objects and animals are true friends. In the forest I was surrounded by trees, bushes, birds, and small animals. I was not afraid of them. I was sure that they would do nothing harmful to me. I became familiar with cows and with horses, and they provided me with a warmth that has remained with me to this very day. Sometimes it seemed to me that what saved me were the animals I encountered along the way, not the human beings.

It's like a sleepover, when you feel you can say all kinds of things, because the darkness hides your blushes.