Quotes About Comfort

It did not seem at all unnatural . . . to have Piers encircle her waist with one arm and draw her protectively against his side.

There was a sweet, seductive feeling of comfort and closeness, with no unease at all.

But it felt so good, so good to let someone else carry her burdens for just a little while.

It is a dreary world out there. It makes one thankful after all to be indoors with a fire burning in the hearth.

For Allie would suffer for what she had done this night. And he would be the last person on this earth who could comfort her.

He would do anything to put things right for her, though he knew from experience that no one could ever put someone else's life to rights. One could only listen and encourage and love. And hold when holding was appropriate.

You are quite safe now, ladies, the marquess announced as if he were personally and solely responsible for saving them from the horrors of hell.

And so she placed her hand in his and he gripped it firmly. She was touching him again after six long years. For a moment she forgot time and occasion. It could be no one else's hand: warm, broad, capable. She had once thought she could put her whole life in it and be safe.

Damn him! Damn Robert Denning, Marquess of Hetherington. How could she be expected to sleep peacefully knowing that he was under the same roof? Was he sleeping dreamlessly? Or was he restless too, troubled perhaps by his conscience? He did not appear to have one, but perhaps it troubled him in his sleep. The thought was somehow comforting.

Please, darling, give me that much consolation at least.

He had held her close for a full, silent hour, rocking her against him, soothing her numb pain, crying for both her and himself, though she herself had been unable to know the relief of tears.

Home, he said softly. If there is a more beautiful word in any language, I do not know it.

Home...if there is a more beautiful word in any language, I do not know it.

They spoke then, with the dear and ordinary intimacy of the well-married in the eye of a storm. [369]

Never underestimate how soothing it is to have someone else to blame.

I stared at the objects before me: cold coffee in a cup of thick white glass, folded napkin, spoon with a liquid coffee shadow on its face. Symbols of order and humility, comfort and banality. These were the things of my life; I had been sitting at these goddamn coffee tables all my life recovering from what other people had done to me.

Of course, not every single person was lonely, but he guessed that she was. She seemed in need of comfort and care, like a stray animal that gets fed by various kindly people but never held.

Get what you get honestly. Use what you get frugally. That's the way to live comfortably And die honorably.

The two more useless words in the English language - Don't worry.

In her room death would come as a friend, a friend with cool gentle hands . . .

You are loved, someone said. Take that and eat it.

comfort makes fools of us that way, and a kid gets faith back quick.

EVERY DOG'S STORY I have a bed, my very own. It's just my size. And sometimes I like to sleep alone with dreams inside my eyes. But sometimes dreams are dark and wild and creepy and I wake and am afraid, though I don't know why. But I'm no longer sleepy and too slowly the hours go by. So I climb on the bed where the light of the moon is shining on your face and I know it will be morning soon. Everybody needs a safe place.

I have a little dog who likes to nap with me. He climbs on my body and puts his face in my neck. He is sweeter than soap. He is more wonderful than a diamond necklace, which can't even bark...