Quotes About Comfort

Walking towards the signal, where the sun hung high in the sky, the traveller was a solitary figure in an uncluttered scene. He felt as if this was the ending of something, not the beginning. He could walk away out of existence. Yet his boots made a solid, satisfactory sound against the road and his flesh felt real and comfortable about his bones. He was a good performer.

Shem enfolded Daniel in his arms and rocked him like a child. He uttered a low, monotonous groan, as if in pain, then words spilled out of him like blood.

You must always talk to me. My ears will hear and my heart will heal you.

Pharinet longed only for the comfort of the sea, the sigh and hiss of waves upon the sand, but there were so many things Everna wanted her to do.

Othman kissed his face gently, licked his tears. Then he sank down with Daniel in his arms, to sit against the side of the bed. He held Daniel in his lap, stroked his face.

Even in his confused condition, he knew how to please.

If I could not be with Beth, perhaps I could find some comfort in being close to her, however subjectively.

We all need looking after sometimes.

There are many people who will stay in negative situation because it is familiar, rather than go where there is promise of something good, because that would be something unfamiliar

Getting through the nights is the toughest part. Being alone. Not having her there to talk to.

A meow massages the heart.

If solace is any sort of succor to someone, that is sufficient. I believe in the faith of people, whatever faith they may have.

Nonetheless, do I have respect for people who believe in the hereafter? Of course I do. I might add, perhaps even a touch of envy too, because of the solace.

He made me so angry. Here is this motherfucker, who is comfortable, he's not struggling — in truth, there's not a hell of a lot for him to struggle about, 'cause he's a fuckin' marshmallow in a bag of marshmallows. He's a nice guy. I mean, I like him. But he's a fuckin' marshmallow.

Usually when I'm stressed, I'll eat everything not nailed down. Only small children and family pets are safe. And okra—I won't eat okra under any circumstances.

In my opinion, there's no condition in life that can't be ameliorated by a dose of junk food.

The first and foremost instinct of humans is neither sex nor aggression. It is to seek contact and comforting connection.

All of us, from cradle to grave, are happiest when life is organized as a series of excursions, long or short, from the secure base provided by our attachment figure(s).

Loss brings pain. Yes. But pain triggers memory. And memory is a kind of new birth, within each of us. And it is that new birth after long pain, that resurrection - in memory - that, to our surprise, perhaps, comforts us.

At four o'clock I had one of those rare moments of happiness that I will remember all my life. I was sitting in front of Grandma's electric coal fire eating dripping toast and reading the News of the World. There was a good play on Radio Four about torturing in concentration camps. Grandma was asleep and the dog was being quiet. All at once I felt this dead good feeling. Perhaps I am turning religious. I think I have got it in me to be a Saint of some kind.

Since I learned to read I've used them as a kind of anaesthetic.

She had always been comforted by confectionery

Niceness is not fairness. Peace (or the absence of open conflict) is not justice. Comfort is not guaranteed. Until we dismantle this system, we will insist, in words and actions: Change is necessary.

The best 'aromatherapy' comes directly from the kitchen.