Quotes About Comfort

When uncle Jack caught me, he kept me laughing about a preacher who hated going to church so much that every day he stood at his gate in his dressing-gown, smoking a hookah and delivering fice-minutes sermons to any passers-by who desired spiritual comfort.

Hush, Scout; It ain't time to worry yet. I'll let you know when.

Aunque no sabía a dónde ir, me volví para marcharme y topé con Atticus. Hundí la cabeza en su chaqueta y escuché los pequeños ruidos que se producían detrás de la tela azul: el tictac del reloj de bolsillo, el leve crepitar de la camisa almidonada, la suave respiración de mi padre.

Our nightmare had gone with daylight, everything would come out alright.

The only things that she cares about are a comfortable chair, a good reading light, and enough books and magazines.

It is not fear that stops you from doing the brave and true thing in your daily life. Rather, the problem is avoidance. You want to feel comfortable so you avoid doing or saying the thing that will evoke fear and other difficult emotions. Avoidance will make you feel less vulnerable in the short run but, it will never make you less afraid.

Men should be spoiled, it makes them easier to live with.

With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw its fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy.

People leave traces of themselves where they feel most comfortable, most worthwhile.

I was feeling lonely without her, but the fact that I could feel lonely at all was consolation. Loneliness wasn't such a bad feeling. It was like the stillness of the pin oak after the little birds had flown off.

Sometimes you're just the sweetest thing. Like Christmas, summer vacation, and a brand-new puppy rolled into one.

The ocean was one of the greatest things he had ever seen in his life—bigger and deeper than anything he had imagined. It changed its color and shape and expression according to time and place and weather. It aroused a deep sadness in his heart, and at the same time it brought his heart peace and comfort.

The pillow smells like the sunlight, a precious smell.

He sometimes wondered if she had become involved with him just so that she could cry in someone's arms. Maybe she can't cry alone, and that's why she needs me.

Even now, whenever I think of her, I envision a quiet Sunday morning. A gentle, clear day, just getting under way. No homework to do, just a Sunday when you could do what you wanted. She always gave me this kick-back-and-relax, Sunday-morning kind of feeling.

An old cat is a good friend to talk to.

She's kind of funny looking. Her face is out of balance--broad forehead, button nose, freckled cheeks, and pointy ears. A slammed-together, rough sort of face you can't ignore. Still, the whole package isn't so bad. For all I know maybe she's not so wild about her own looks, but she seems comfortable with who she is, and that's the important thing.

But if I'm with you, I'm not afraid.

The library was like a second home. Or maybe more like a real home, more than the place I lived in. By going every day I got to know all the lady librarians who worked there. They knew my name and always said hi. I was painfully shy, though, and could barely reply.

Memory can give warmth to time.

I don't know why I'm so crazy about cats. I like how they are soft and warm, and individualistic, kind of like me.

I'm safe inside this container called me. With a little click, the outlines of this being—me—fit right inside and are locked neatly away. Just the way I like it. I'm where I belong.

Then I got undressed and, crawling under the covers, sat up in bed and sipped my drink. I felt like I was going to fade out any second, but I had to allow myself this luxury. A ritual interlude I like so much between the time I get into bed and the time I fall asleep. Having a drink in bed while listening to music and reading a book. As precious to me as a beautiful sunset or good clean air.

Then, all but instinctively, I took her in my arms. Pressed against me, her whole body trembling, she continued to cry without a sound.