Quotes About Comfort

One of the benefits of travelling is that you learn what you truly value when you are home. And little things that you might take for granted are sweeter, softer, larger, and infinitely better for the experience of not having them.

All my life, up until that moment, I'd had a warm, protective blanket wrapped around me, knitted of aunts and uncles, purled of first and second and third cousins, knot-tied with grandmas and grandpas and greats. That blanket had just dropped from my shoulders. I felt cold, lost and alone.

He closes his hand around mine and I hold on. I like his hand. It's big and holds easy but sure. It's the kind of hold that says, I got you if you want me, but I'll let you go if you feel like running for a while.

Let me be your anchor. I'll never let you be lost again.

The two of you are getting downright chatty, aren't you, Ms. Lane? When did you last see him? what else did he tell you? I'm asking the questions tonight. If an illusion of control comforts you, Ms. Lane, by all means, cling to it.

I'm here. You're safe now. It's okay to remember. They can never hurt you again.

I felt the electricity of his body behind me as he reached around me and took the card from my hand. He didn't move away, and I battled the urge to lean back into him, seeking the comfort of his strength. Would he wrap his arms around me? Make me feel safe, if only for a moment, and if only a delusion?

Grief shared was grief lessened.

Lists had become my anchors. They got me through the days. The oblivion of sleep got me through the nights.

You weep for me, woman?

Och lass, doona you know? Your heart is my home..

Familiar routine is balm to a fragmented soul.

I won't hurt you," he said, his voice low and urgent.

Will you really bring it?" she whispered. "Aye. Lisa, I'd bring you the stars if it would cease your tears.

Below me, inside me, there's a pit that's dark and comforting and quite completely insane. If I sink into it, I can be free of all torture.

I ordered, Dad paid, just like old times when life was simple, and Daddy was always there to be my Friday night date whenever my latest boyfriend had been a jerk.

I see ye've decided to stay in the cave with the bear, which isna all bad; his growl is much worse than his bite, once ye get him to relax.

He dropped into an armchair near the fireplace and patted his thigh. "Bring your bonny self over here, wee English.

I'm the one who will always watch over you. Always be there to fuck you back to your senses when you need it, the one who will never let you die. I pull my shirt over my head and kick off my shoes. "What more could a woman ask?

Why does the choice between good and evil have to involve personal comfort?

You could toast marshmallows on the warmth of his regard.

Books were faithful and reliable. You could pack them up and put them in a box, run your hands over the spines, flip through their pages full of memories. They always came with you, wherever you went.

There's no shame in crying, you know. You've been so strong, my brave girl, but you don't have to be strong now. There's nobody here but you and me, and you've had a hell of a night. Actually, a hell of a few years. Cry all you want.

She used to suffer these intense bouts of homesickness in her own bedroom.