Quotes About Comfort

We may act sophisticated and worldly but I believe we feel safest when we go inside ourselves and find home, a place where we belong and maybe the only place we really do.

I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself.

Self-pity in its early stages is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.

Late October Carefully the leaves of autumn sprinkle down the tinny sound of little dyings and skies sated of ruddy sunsets of roseate dawns roil ceaselessly in cobweb greys and turn to black for comfort. Only lovers see the fall a signal end to endings a gruffish gesture alerting those who will not be alarmed that we begin to stop in order to begin again.

I always felt, in any town, if I can get to a library, I'll be OK.

I have found that the platonic affection in friendships and familial love for children can be relied upon with certainty to lift the bruised soul and repair the wounded spirit

The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.

Carefully the leaves of autumn sprinkle down the tinny sound of little dyings and skies sated of ruddy sunsets of roseate dawns roil ceaselessly in cobweb grey and turn to black for comfort.

Self-pity in its early stage is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable. Curly

Misery is a faithful company keeper, and Comfort was dissolving under its attention.

Fall gently, snowflakes Cover me with white Cold icy kisses and Let me rest tonight.

Self-pity in its early stage is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the spaces between the notes and curl my back to loneliness. In my rented room (cooking privileges down the hall), I would play a record, then put my arms around the shoulder of the song. As we danced, glued together, I would nuzzle into its neck, kissing the skin, and rubbing its cheek with my own.

For all his theatrics, or maybe because of them, I knew he was a strong man. I had always been more comfortable around strong people.

You don't have to nurse her. There are nurses here to do that. I only want you to hold her hand.

Only the secure can bear the weight of a joke and only the very secure can join in the laughter.

If I am comfortable inside my skin, I have the ability to make other people comfortable inside their skins.

Every person needs a place that is furnished with hope.

Is there something wrong?" he asked. She gave a short negative motion with her head. And then words, so sweet, like a cool northern breeze blowing off the lake. "You could hold me now." It was almost his undoing. "Ah baby.

He was better than any drug, any remedy for her illness.

He walked hesitantly toward her and then wrapped his arms around her in a gentle hug. "You just looked like you needed one," he said.

I'm not going to hurt you, damn it.

I just want to hold you for a while.

And that makes Mia sad. But it's okay. She'll have Bethany. And me.