Quotes About Comfort

My dad barely moved. He never asked what happened. But to this day, I can still feel his waist in my wet grip, and the comfort it gave me. For many years, that was my peception of fatherhood, a place where a child can find sanctuary. Perhaps this is why I took over the orphanage. Perhaps I've grown into my father that way.

Du Coeur on guérit la blessure Par un serment qui le rassure It means, We heal the wounded heart, with an oath that reassures it.

She slips her arm around my shoulders and cradles my head against her breast. We breathe together. Slowly. Time passes, flowing, a long, less and less painful sigh. And I shut my eyes. Pain becomes only physical again. Fear recedes. Anger flickers for a moment longer, gas in the pipes after the stove has been turned off. She says, "I'll take care of you." And I feel gratitude and happiness rise up inside me: old friends, long-forgotten and yet much missed.

couple of groundsheets and some cushions

Gandhi once said, 'When doubts haunt me, when disappointments stare me in the face, and I see not any ray of hope on the horizon, I turn to Bhagavad-gita and find a verse to comfort me… Those who meditate on the Gita will derive fresh joy and new meaning from it every day.

Then she asked me to pass into the inner room to rest awhile. So in we went to the inner room, hand in hand.

Basta così. Non tutti sono al corrente di ciò che è accaduto, – la fermò egli, e la Prima Signora che era al suo fianco intervenne: – Non è il caso di preoccuparsi, e comunque ho tanto sonno che non avrei sentito nulla, – disse, coprendosi le orecchie con le maniche.

It was a gusty day, and from the windows of Caroline's top-floor flat, only the sky was visible with its little hurrying clouds. It was a day when being indoors was meaningful, wasting an afternoon in superior confidences with a friend before the two-barred electric heater.

Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold!

He didn't want anything new in his life, no matter how beautiful.

She stuffed Matt into a long-sleeved shirt and trousers and gave him a pair of rubber sandals to wear.

True Joy is not the absence of pain but the sanctifying, sustaining presence of the Lord Jesus in the midst of the pain

Wrapped in her mink bedspread, she would lie all day with her puppy beside her, reading fairy stories.

What did I tell you, Fanny, about air-raids not killing people. Here we are, right as rain. My bed simply went through the floor, Plon-plon and I went on it, most comfortable.

And I might offer you a little advice, Fanny, it would be to read fewer books, dear, and make your house slightly more comfortable. That is what a man appreciates in the long run.

While music may be the food of love, it can also serve as solace for love's demise.

Keep saying Dear God, dear God. There may still be suffering - but keep touching those people, Lucia, and He won't let you suffer alone.

A sports bra is basically a tank top that comes just below your breasts and fits snug so your breasts stay in place and are pain-free when you're on the go. Some girls feel so comfortable in sports bras that they wear them all the time. ZOOEY: When I do finally get a

And up until quite recently, that has held up as the grand bargain of the carbon age: the people reaping the bulk of the benefits of extractivism pretend not to see the costs of that comfort so long as the sacrifice zones are kept safely out of view.

a clean top over clean showered skin: bliss.

I knew it wasn't going to help me. It was a warm kind presence in my hands, but with the kindness of a friend who sits with you in comfort by the fire and can't change what's wrong.

And they didn't stop at safety, either. They wanted comfort, and then they wanted luxury, and then they wanted excess, and every step of the way they still wanted to be safe, even as they made themselves more and more of a tempting target, and the only way they could stay safe was to have enough power to keep everyone off that wanted what they had.

I turned away and folded my arms on the table and put my head down on them and sobbed. When I lifted my head again, blotchy and tearstained, he was there, sitting near me, looking out of the window, his face bleak. His hands were folded in his lap, the fingers laced, as though he had held himself back from reaching out to touch me. He had laid a handkerchief on the table before me.

In these evenings he sat by our beds weaving folktales like vivid little scarves.