Quotes About Comfort

it's easy to point fingers from a position of comfort, and nothing he or Jesus says will change that.

And that's when I realized that there's really two ways people cry. You cry when you're sorry for yourself, and then you cry when you are really sad. The tears you cry for yourself? Those are kid tears. You're crying because you want somebody to help you or pick you up. Your mom, your dad, the old lady next door... anyone.

I began to realize why most people went to sleep in the night-time – it was easier. A whole lot easier.

I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.

The darker the night, the brighter the stars, The deeper the grief, the closer is God!

This is the burden of the word of the Lord to Israel by Malachi. He came to warn them that a day was coming, burning as an oven, wherein all stubble should be destroyed, because God loved them. Every message of coming judgment or blessing is a message of love, - whether spoken in words that sound hard, and harsh, and severe, revealing to them their true condition, or in words of tenderness, and comfort and wooing pathos.

What is the use of money if one cannot use it to make one's friends comfortable?

I suppose it is much more comfortable to be mad and know it, than to be sane and have one's doubts.

It doesn't matter where you're from - or how you feel... There's always peace in a strong cup of coffee.

He feels safer just knowing that even if he's away there is a home waiting for him to return.

A true friend is the one who holds your hand and touches your heart

he had the sudden thought of holding Donna Maria's hands in his, to rest his forehead against her heart and feel her console him wordlessly, mercifully. That need for pity, refuge, sympathy, was like the last piece of the soul that did not resign itself to perishing.

Where we stopped dancing, singing, being enchanted by stories, or finding comfort in silence is where we have experienced the loss of soul. Dancing, singing, storytelling, and silence are the four universal healing salves.

You want to come home to a nice firm bed with the corners tucked in so you start over, like each night is like a new night.

Sometimes things seem so unbearable in the middle of the night, don't they? In the middle of the night, we're all such children.

Chocolate doesn't solve everything, Nana." "It solves a whole heck of a lot, though.

But the best parts of him were in his books. I suppose I could always read those if I missed him too much. I haven't wanted to read one yet, though.

their fingertips casually touching, in the way of people who were entirely comfortable around each other. She almost seemed to be an extension of him, and he, of her. There is love here, she thought. In the end, she decided, with some amount of disappointment, that none of them were involved romantically.

He was like a bright, warm light over everything in her life. She felt lit up, turned on. There was no one better to talk to about games. Yes, she loved him, but she also liked him. She liked herself when she was with him.

You call your mother. You're in a panic, but as soon as your mother answers the phone, you relax. When your mother is worrying about something, it means that you won't have to.

He felt comfortable and broken-in like favourite jeans.

He put his head in the crook of her shoulder; the freight was in proportion to the groove.

She liked going to bed early and waking up early. She liked working. She liked that she was good at her work, and she felt proud of the fact that she was well paid for it. She felt pleasure in orderly things—a perfectly efficient section of code, a closet where every item was in its place. She liked solitude and the thoughts of her own interesting and creative mind. She liked to be comfortable.

He was like a bright, warm light over everything in her life.