Quotes About Comfort

I am not bothered by the silence. For all the noise I make with my friends, I am still not comfortable talking about my feelings in front of others - especially not classmates.

Heaven . . . is the same feeling. . . . No fear. No dark. When you know you are loved . . . that's the light.

Still what I miss most, simple and maybe selfish as it sounds, is the twinkle in Morrie's eyes when I came in the room. But When someone is happy-genuninely happy-to see you, it melts you from the start. It is like going home.

You can feel the whole world and still feel lost in it. So many people are in pain - no matter how smart or accomplished - they cry, they yearn, they hurt. We all want the same things: comfort, love, and a peaceful heart

I don't know what it is about the food your mother makes for you, especially when it's something that anyone can make - pancakes, meat loaf, tuna salad - but it carries a certain taste of memory.

So many people are in pain—no matter how smart or accomplished—they cry, they yearn, they hurt. But instead of looking down on things, they look up, which is where I should have been looking, too. Because when the world quiets to the sound of your own breathing, we all want the same things: comfort, love, and a peaceful heart.

And slowly a discussion begins—as Morrie has wanted all along—about the effect of silence on human relations. Why are we embarrassed by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise? I am not bothered by the silence. For all the noise I make with my friends, I am still not comfortable talking about my feelings in front of others—especially not classmates. I could sit in the quiet for hours if that is what the class demanded.

When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times." ? Mitch Albom, For One More Day

I do not want to die," she whispered. "You will not die." "I want to be with you." "You are.

Sometimes, when you're losing someone, you hang on to whatever tradition you can.

Little wonder that when they sat with him, there was a waterfall of affection, lots of kisses and jokes and crouching by the side of the bed, holding hands.

Heaven...is the same feeling...No fear. No dark. When you know you are loved...that's the light.

I am not bothered by the silence. For all the noise I make with my friends, I am still not comfortable talking about my feelings in front of others—especially not classmates. I could sit in the quiet for hours if that is what the class demanded.

Sometimes, when you're losing someone, you hang on to whatever tradition you can.

Holding her hand was like a key turning a tumbler. My body melted. My breath calmed. As the minutes passed, I seemed to get smaller. The heavens grew enormous. When a spread of glowing stars

How nice would that be today if when a job was lost, a Man of God sat at the dinner table and encouraged you?

I tried to stop your suffering, he said. We cannot stop what Heaven chooses. She smiled weakly. Stay with me. Forever.

A military chaplain told me the following story: 'A soldier's little girl, whose father was being moved to a distant post, was sitting at the airport among her family's meager belongings. The girl was sleepy. She leaned against the packs and duffel bags. A lady came by, stopped, and patted her on the head. 'Poor child,' she said. 'You haven't got a home.' The child looked up in surprise. But we do have a home,' she said. 'We just don't have a house to put it in.

After Lilly's death, Inspector LeFleur viewed things differently. Why turn to God now? Where was God when his MIL fell asleep? Where was God when his daughter got swept into the sea? What kind of God lets a child die that way? There was no comfort in invisible forces, not for LeFleur. There was only what got put in front of you and how you dealt with it. If he was in the lifeboat he would have pinned him down and held Him accountable for all the horrors He allowed in this world.

He draped himself in her sad memory, because it was the closest thing to having her around.

all she said was, "I was so lonely." And Father Time said, "You were never alone.

When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.

We burn for water, we growl for food. But what we yearn for most is comfort. A soft embrace. Someone to whisper "It's all right. It's all right.

She hugged her arms around his chest and leaned her head into his shoulder. She did this every night, and like most small demonstrations of love, it had a large impact. Dor felt a surge of calm whenever she held him, like being wrapped in a blanket, and he knew no one else would ever love or understand him the way she did. He nestled his face into her long dark hair, and he breathed a way he never breathed except when he was with her.