Quotes About Comfort

There's not a place like home

Yo dormiría mejor después de besarla y consolarla y repetir todo lo que ya le han dicho éstos.»

Cuando a uno lo sacan de sus hábitos es como el pescado fuera del agua –dijo el doctor Restelli, mirando su vaso–. Estoy muy acostumbrado al mate dulce de las cuatro, sabe.

En casa del Jacinto hay un sillón para morirse.

No es que haga tanto frío, en realidad, pero el fuego es el amigo de los artistas, ¿no le parece?

Misteriosamente, la cama es como una traición.

a comfortable consumer civilization of socialized human animals, aided by all the discoveries of science and industry and reproducing demographically in a squirming, catastrophic crescendo.

To give good hugs you have to have some soft places. —Jeremy Richards

He took the box but did not avail himself of a tissue. She understood. Sometimes it was comforting to feel the wetness of grief's tears on your face.

In making for ourselves a place to live, we first spread a parasol to throw a shadow on the earth, and in the pale light of the shadow we put together a house.

The purpose of polite behavior is never virtuous. Deceit, surrender, and concealment: these are not virtues. The goal of the mannerly is comfort, per se.

I am a horror maniac who prefers to stay at home.

Know that in this world there's somebody who will always love you.

He's really jealous, Ybon said rather weakly. Just have him meet me, Oscar said. I make all boyfriends feel better about themselves.

He read The Lord of the Rings for what I'm estimating the millionth time, one of his greatest loves and greatest comforts since he'd first discovered it, back when he was nine and lost and lonely and his favorite librarian had said, Here, try this, and with one suggestion changed his life. Got through almost the whole trilogy, but then the line "and out of Far Harad black men like half-trolls" and he had to stop, his head and heart hurting too much.

He used to sleep with my hair over his face. He used to say it made him feel safe.

But beautiful girl above all beautiful girls,' he wrote back, 'This is my home.

He read The Lord of the Rings for what I'm estimating the millionth time, one of his greatest loves and greatest comforts since he'd first discovered it, back when he was nine and lost and lonely and his favorite librarian had said, Here, try this, and with one suggestion changed his life. Got through almost the whole trilogy, but then the line "and out of Far Harad black men like half-trolls" and he had to stop, his head and heart hurting too much.

Friends are the best to turn to when you're having a rough day.

What is home but a place where you are truly known?

I could have held his hand.

There was something in the pages of these books that had the power to make him feel better about things, a life raft to cling to before the dark currents of memory washed him downstream again, and on brighter days, he could even see himself going on this way for some time. A small but passable life.

O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? —SHAKESPEARE, Henry IV, Part II

Because that's what heaven is...it's opening the door of a house in twilight and everyone you love is there.