Quotes About Comfort

And all shall be well. And all shall be well. And all manner of things shall be exceeding well.

Grace transforms our failings full of dread into abundant, endless comfort … our failings full of shame into a noble, glorious rising … our dying full of sorrow into holy, blissful life. …. Just as our contrariness here on earth brings us pain, shame and sorrow, so grace brings us surpassing comfort, glory, and bliss in heaven … And that shall be a property of blessed love, that we shall know in God, which we might never have known without first experiencing woe.

AND thus our good Lord answered to all the questions and doubts that I might make, saying full comfortably: I may make all thing well, I can make all thing well, I will make all thing well, and I shall make all thing well; and thou shalt see thyself that all manner of thing shall be well.

All shall be well.

And then shall it verily be known to us His meaning in those sweet words where He saith: All shall be well: and thou shalt see, thyself, that all manner of things shall be well.

IT IS NOT GOD'S WILL that we follow the feeling of pains in sorrow and mourning for them" AND after this He shewed a sovereign ghostly pleasance in my soul. I was fulfilled with the everlasting sureness, mightily sustained without any painful dread. This feeling was so glad and so ghostly that I was in all peace and in rest, that there was nothing in earth that should have grieved me.

If home isn't a place, what is it?' 'A feeling.

comforting to know that. It's

Well it's all right to cry. It helps a great deal sometimes...

That night she dreamed of the deer. Strangely, the animal was holding her. She cuddled close into the soft fur and touched and kissed it gently. In the morning her pillow was wet with tears.

Yet, when we talked, when we were together, she seemed so familiar. Seemed to know who I was, where I was coming from. She knew me better than I knew myself, I think. She was easy to be with. And I wanted to be with her, like all the time.

And then," she finished, "there was the awful sound of a man crying, Honey.

Books had always been a comfort to me, an escape from reality when reality got to be too real.

I have always kept a stack of library books next to my bed as a lifeline. If I ever woke in the middle of the night too scared to move or too sad to roll over, the books were my saviors.

He climbed into the bed behind her and spooned his body to hers, pulling the covers up over them both. "Sleep, sweetheart." Brushing her tangled hair off her face, he whispered a promise against her ear. "You're safe.

He buried his face against her neck and held on to her healing compassion for just as long as she'd let him.

Don't touch me," said the girl. "I want to be sick by myself." "That's impossible," said her mother. She continued to rub her back and the girl did not push her away

I have never looked to religion for comfort - belief is just not in my genes. But reading Mastering the Art of French Cooking - childishly simple and dauntingly complex, incantatory and comforting - I thought this was what prayer must feel like. Sustenance bound up with anticipation and want. Reading MtAoFC was like reading pornographic Bible verses.

I wish- I wish I could dry these tears, I wish I could make this better for you. But I don't know how.

No hay como compartir una almohada, eso aclara completamente las ideas; a veces hasta acaba con ellas, lo cual es una tranquilidad.

Como hacer vendas para un soldado que todavía no ha sido herido y sentir eso de grato, que se lo está aliviando desde antes, previsoramente.

en la tierra común donde las palabras y las caricias y las bocas los envolvían como la circunferencia al círculo, esas metáforas tranquilizadoras, esa vieja tristeza satisfecha de volver a ser el de siempre, de continuar, de mantenerse a flote contra viento y marea, contra el llamado y la caída.

Sí Babs sí. Rock-a-bye baby. Tura-lura-lura. Sí Babs sí.

If you fall, I'll pick you up, if not, I will lay down with you.