Quotes About Comfort

I'm going to find whoever is responsible for me sleeping out side with outside without pillows and kick them in the shins!-Enna

For you when you're feeling lonely and worried so you'll remember that you're not alone.

If the world looks too big, I'll hold you that much tighter If the breeze feels too chill, I'll make the fire hotter If the storm booms too loud, I'll sing to you still louder I'll always keep you safe, my tiny, precious daughter

I held her head to my shoulder, rocking her, rubbing her back. Poor thing, I don't think she know where to put the whole world.

Each time, Jane's heart banged, her skin chilled, and she clamped down on the distracting ache in her gut with a bowl of something naughty, like Cocoa Pebbles.

And when you get tired of worrying and mourning your horse and trying not to be afraid, tell me and I'll do it for you a while so you can shut your eyes and sleep peaceful.

More like him than she'd ever imagined possible. His brown eyes were warm, his brown skin speckled with dirt from the road, his broad face comfortingly familiar. Inside the great void of despair that had filled her since her father's death, she felt a pinprick of hope. And then Rollan reached out and took her hand. His fingers were warm. Meilin had never been so aware of the beating of her heart.

I held her head to my shoulder, rocking her, rubbing her back. Poor thing, I don't think she knows where to put the whole world.

When you get tired of worrying and mourning your horse and trying not to be afraid, tell me and I'll do it for you a while so you can shut your eyes and sleep peaceful.

I'm a big fan of s'mores. Especially without the marshmallow and graham crackers.

Reading next to you is one of my favorite things.

You're worrying already and you're not even on the plane yet." "Maybe you should get a fake dog." Emma laughed and wrapped her arms around Gram.

Lexi is still recovering. I don't want to overwork her. I think I want to take her back home and let her rest up for the day.

Thankfully, God was faithful. Along with her loving and patient family, the Lord had comforted her, loved her, and brought her out of the depths of her despair.

the enemy has been relentless. They nip at our heels, and send us running like frightened sheep. If I did not trust in Jesus Christ for comfort and strength—if I did not believe that He is still in control of this world—all of this would surely drive me mad.

My parents have always blanketed me with conversation.

If Maria is our hugger, Gloria is our rocker. She rocks for hours in the corner under one of the dumb smiling flowers.

Her mother gave her a piece of warm biscuit and a hug before they left. "Stones don't cry, child. Remember that," was all she said.

Dad also has the loudest, stinkiest farts in creation. I don't know how he manages to control them at work, or even if he does, but when he'd get home, he'd let them loose. They'd start as he walked up the stairs.

Dad also has the loudest, stinkiest farts in creation. I don't know how he manages to control them at work, or even if he does, but when he'd get home, he'd let them loose. They'd start as he walked up the stairs. Step, fart.

Baseball is reassuring. It makes me feel as if the world is not going to blow up.

And now I could hear the music think, as I had heard it then, the unspooling of the logic of being mortal—of dying, as my best friend had, when I was nine, and my beloved, when I was sixteen. I heard, again, what loving and being loved might sound like—or I heard what some comfort for the loss of that might sound like. I heard the body and soul of death—of love and death.

I always feared this would happen, I thought it would be a pure horror, but it's just home

You cry, girl. You cry all you want, and when you're through and all this pain is nothing but a memory, I will find a way to make you smile. Do you hear me China Brown? That's a promise from me to you.