Quotes About Comfort

They greyhound whine with her, distressed by her distress. Sometimes, in a traitorous fugue, the dog forgot to be unhappy and ran off to chase purple butterflies or murder shrew-mice, or to piss a joyful stream onto the topiaries. But generally, if her mistress was crying, so was the puppy.

She used to suffer these intense bouts of homesickness in her own bedroom. When she was very small, she would wake up tearing at her bedspread and shrieking, "I wanna go home! I wanna go home!" Which was distressing to all of us, of course, because she was home.

What if I told you 10 years from now your life would be exactly the same? Doubt you'd be happy. So, why are you afraid of change?

I try to fill the emptiness deep inside me with Cheetos, but I am still depressed. Only now my fingers are stained orange. I am blue. And I am orange.

One of my favorite things: good conversation with good friends.

the truth is that God is so big that nothing that happens in our lives is outside the circle of who he is or beyond the realm of his great love for us.

We mourn with those who mourn; weep with those in tears. John Ruusbroec, the fourteenth-century Dutch mystic, said "compassion is a wounding of the heart which love extends to all without distinction." At the end of life, as at the beginning of life, we need communities of compassion to hold our pain.

If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk back up to Heaven and bring you home again.

It'll be all right. Maybe not tomorrow or even the next day, but one day it won't hurt so much.

Because she needed ore than sleep. She needed oblivion.

I understand the pull of this place, how you can't leave no matter how hard you want to. When your blood runs with salt water, you might as well drop anchor and get comfortable.

Who will sit on the porch with him then?

Home is a place that lives in one's heart, waiting with open arms to be rediscovered.

And sometimes home is where one finds it, in the heart of another person who will always believe you are worthy of love.

Sweatpants are a sign of defeat. You lost control of your life so you bought some sweatpants.

Luxury is the ease of a t-shirt in a very expensive dress.

Human nature is such that our happiness depends on reliable, secure, and predictable social relationships, and without them we feel lost.

cry as often as you need to. It's the all-purpose healing balm of the soul.

Limitations, boundaries, comfort zones, knowing when to stop, the point beyond which we do not go without hurting or getting hurt. All are created equal in order to keep us from destroying others and ourselves in the endless pursuit of happiness. Without a few basic guidelines for living happily ever after, the capacity to get lost, seriously hurt, or killed greatly magnifies.

She cried herself out in a couple of minutes, sniffed a little, and wiped her eyes on the tail of his shirt. "Thanks for the shoulder." "Considering I'm the guy who got you here, it's the least I could do.

pulled on a pair of worn jeans, a

I didn't think you would be able to find me.I was so frightened..." He took hold of her hand, brought it to his lips. "I would have looked forever if I'd had to.

Call?" He eased back a little, cradled her cheek in one of his big, tanned hands. "What is it, baby?" "I think I'm going to cry but I don't want you to think I'm a sissy." He smoothed back her hair, looped it over her ear. "I won't think you're a sissy. You were great up there. Terrific. I wouldn't want to crash my plane with anyone else.

I'd gotten used to always talking to you inside my head whenever things got mixed up for me. It felt like you were still around, for a long time afterwards...