Quotes About Comfort

If living were the right word. It had been a suspended life. She had worn black for Teddy inside and out. And somehow it had become a comfortable way of life. While part of her yearned for gaiety and a renewal of life, the other part clung to its cocoon. It was safer to remain inside it. It was less likely that she would have to experience again the pain of losing someone around whom her life had come to revolve.

I always seem to be so cozy with my own company that I rarely think of going out.

Are you afraid of the storm, by the way? I have two perfectly free arms with which to shelter you if you are.

Yet it could be no one else but him. There was a certain feeling about being with Christopher that she had forgotten, a feeling of safeness, of rightness.

Robert had laughed, looking endearingly handsome and at ease in this very uncomfortable situation.

I asked on my Facebook page recently how many people are rereaders and was surprised that the overwhelming majority of those who answered are. So am I. There is something very comforting about meeting old friends again within the pages of a loved book. It's a bit like coming home.

Oh, Robert, please kiss me, she begged suddenly. Make me forget all my fears.

Wept for the death of an ardent and immature love that had been unable to bring any comfort or peace to the beloved. And wept for the woman he had taken to wife with such high ideals—the woman who had just killed herself rather than face a final illness with only his arms to comfort her. Wept for his own frailty and infidelity. For his own humanness. He

I love you,' he whispered again, against the top of her head.

It's all over now, Henry, he murmured soothingly. You are safe, my love.

Sometimes his eyes could look dreamy. It was when he drooped his eyelids over them as he was doing now. It was a familiar, long-remembered look. His size, his nearness, his body heat, the smell of his cologne no longer seemed threatening. They became like a shelter around her, wrapping her in the sensual pleasure of the present moment, shielding her from everything that threatened from the outside.

Even now Henry yearned to run to him, to curl into his arms and beg him to take her burdens on his own broad and capable shoulders. And one part of her mind was convinced that he would not turn her away, that she could trust him.

I believe he would be very relieved to know how he may rescue her from her difficulties.

Oh, she cried, exasperated, ''I'll not stand for this, Marius! Then you shall just have to lie down for it, my love, he said soothingly.

There is a feeling of warmth and safety associated with her memory. I believe I spent the rest of my childhood missing her.

The urge to reach for him, to try to somehow soothe him for the loss of a mother years and years ago was almost irresistible.

He had to force himself not to pull her into his arms to comfort her. Damn it, he had hurt her when he had meant only to tease. And he was uncomfortable with feelings of compassion.

But they are good hands," he said, holding them up in the space between them, palms toward her. Slim hands, slender fingers, gold rings on four of them. Three of those fingertips had felled a man and left him gasping for survival. "They will protect you all the rest of my life and never hurt you. They will hold you and bring you comfort when you need it. They will hold our children. They will caress you and bring you pleasure. Come. Lie down on the bed." Our

Let us enjoy it, he said, his eyes looking directly into hers. We are both in need of some good memories, I believe.

One look at her had brought on that familiar sensation of homecoming.

But she had smiled and reached out her hands for his—had he held his own out first? He could not remember. All the world had been reaching out to him, and he had taken her hands in his and known he was at home again.

Elizabeth slept for the rest of the night, somewhat comforted by her decision to do something.

We know you are wretchedly unhappy and we cannot do much to ease the pain.

It was you who made my growing years bearable . . . You gave me everything you were able to give—you gave me love. It has been enough. It is the only thing that really matters, you know.