Quotes About Comfort

My husband is just outside. Don't be afraid, I said, the extensive branches of his horns would never let him through the doorway.

Sick nearly to senselessness, yet he derived a peculiar and intense comfort from Estemba's supporting arm, the grey-gold hair against his face, the aura of tenderness and protection.

He caught her, and he held her, and he let her cry, and cry, and cry, and he let her use his sheets to wipe her eyes, and her nose, and God knows what, because he had plenty of clean sheets, and he only had one Kat.

He needed to gather her up, hold on to her, anything to help her stop trembling. Something was going to shake loose if she didn't.

We've got to stop meeting like this." "No, we don't." He liked meeting like this, over her bare ass, a hot-off-the-presses copy of the Rocky Mountain News, and a steaming cup of coffee. It was so perfect, he planned on doing it every day for the rest of his life. He just hadn't told her yet.

You're staring at my ass." "Yes, I am." It's what he did in the mornings, when she woke up and spent the first hour lying around in bed.

Your childhood sun-corner is where you are when the call sounds.

A depressão atormentava Ignatiev todas as noites. Pesada, desconcertante, de cabeça baixa, sentava-se na beira da cama e pegava-lhe na mão - uma enfermeira triste para um doente incurável. E passavam horas em silêncio, de mão dada.

So most clothes are made from mouse skins, and that's not as good. Everyone knows that you can cut something from a big piece, but you can't keep your teeth warm with a mouse skin.

Everyone who is educated today wants to sit at a comfortable desk under a fan and live in an air-conditioned house surrounded by a garden, coming and going in an American car as wide as the street. If we do not tear out this disease by the roots we shall have with us a bourgeoisie that is in no way connected with the reality of our life...

Brock was up front with him, cuddling Alexei's beloved dog, Harry

Come hither, my dear. Come hither, that I mightest protectest thou!

Once born into child like faith, brimming with belief, typical people began to lose their faith. Society mocks them. Their friends smirk. They come to change the world, but over time the world changes them. Soon they forget the faith they once had. Then one day someone tells them the truth, but they don't want to go back, because they're comfortable in their new skin. Being a stranger in this world is never easy.

Eli reached out and took the girl's hand in his own. Almost immediately, the cords of fear retreated into her body.

The little comfort of love? -Is that comfort so little? -Caged birds accept each other but flight is what they long for.

I don't mean what other people mean when they speak of a home, because I don't regard a home as a...well, as a place, a building...a house...of wood, bricks, stone. I think of a home as being a thing that two people have between them in which each can...well, nest.

To you, whoever you are, when I am gone — remember to be kind tonight to some lonely person. For me.

Big Daddy: Ignorance - of mortality - is a comfort.

Still, she had no reason to doubt her mother. She frowned, then asked, "Does it hurt?" Mrs. Smythe-Smith's expression grew serious. "I will not lie to you. It is not particularly comfortable, and it does hurt a great deal the first time. But after that it gets easier, I promise. I find it helps to keep one's mind occupied. I usually go over the household accounts.

Lots of words have been written about home being where your heart, your love, your dog, your parakeet, whatever, is. I get it—bricks and mortar don't make a home and all that jazz … For me, home is where you find the touchstones of your life … … And that's the thing about touchstones: Unlike a house, you can take them with you.

Give them wisdom and devotion in the ordering of their common life, that each may be to the other a strength in need, a counselor in perplexity, a comfort in sorrow, and a companion in joy.

No-one can put in his best performance unless he feels secure," Deming wrote,

But all will be well, and all will be well, and every kind of thing will be well.

All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.