Quotes About Comfort

Die Belohnung für Langeweile sind Sicherheit und Geborgenheit.

Nothing consoles like the blues.

Sorrow and Suffering withdrew a little, as they always did when the Shepherd was present, leaving him to talk with Much-Afraid alone.

El corazón conoce sus propias penas y hay momentos cuando es reconfortante pensar, como el rey David, que Dios mismo recoge nuestras lágrimas en su redoma, y ni una sola de ellas cae en el olvido del único que sabe guiarnos por los senderos del dolor.

Hawley reached over and took Lily's hand. He was always taking her hand. He felt better about things, just by holding her fingers.

The soul that gives thanks can find comfort in everything; the soul that complains can find comfort in nothing.

Comfort & peace never come from anything we know about ourselves, but only & always from what we know about Him.

Nothing else is needed to quiet all your fears, but just this, that GOD IS.

He who cares for the sparrows and numbers the hairs of our head, cannot possibly fail us.

Then he would cry, but what nobody knows nobody cares for; so he would cry till he was tired, and then fall asleep; and while we are asleep we can feel neither hunger nor thirst. Ah, yes; sleep is a capital invention.

Little Gerda was very frightened, and began to cry; but no one heard her except the sparrows, and they could not carry her to land; but they flew along the bank, and sang as if to comfort her, Here we are! Here we are! The boat drifted with the stream, little Gerda sat quite still without shoes, for they were swimming behind the boat, but she could not reach them, because the boat went much faster than they did.

The first sip of beer on a hot day is like that first finger-dip when you open a new jar of peanut butter.

Right now, even though he'd been dead for years, she wanted to collapse in her father's big arms and hear him tell her that everything would be all right. Do we ever outgrow that need?

We are all so luxuriously stupid when things are good in our life.

The house had the stale smell of a grandparent. When you're a kid, the smell gives you the creeps; when you're an adult, you want to bottle it and let it out with a cup of cocoa on a bad day.

Diamonte shook his head again. He reached down and put his hand on his right boot. Myron had seen him do this before. He liked to sort of pet the boot. Myron had no idea why. Maybe he found the feel of snakeskin soothing. Reminiscent of the womb.

Myron, Win, and Esperanza lay sprawled on separate couches like Dalí clocks.

He looks deep into my eyes and I see clarity, or maybe that is one of the things we make ourselves believe at the end. A final false comfort.

Women have been conditioned to please. We are responsible not just for ourselves but everyone in our orbit. We think it is our job to comfort the man.

Friends and lovers were great, he thought, but sometimes a boy just wanted his mom and dad.

Wendy wondered what to say here, what wouldn't sound patronizing, but "I'm sure that's not true" or "I'm sorry" didn't make the cut. She again opted for silence. "Do

I smiled down at Chloe and petted her head. She put a paw on my arm in a comforting gesture. "You want to go for a walk, girl?" I said. Chloe's reply was to bound about like a circus freak on speed. Like I told you before, it's the little things. The

Myron looked toward Erin. Erin had her eyes down. The room went quiet. He waited. She eventually looked up. She looked scared and small and young. He wanted to take her in his arms, but man, would that ever be the wrong move. "No," Myron said softly, still holding Erin's gaze. "Not even close to the worst.

How's the couch work for you?" she said. "I don't care if we do it on a bed of nails at half court at Madison Square Garden." They