Quotes About Comfort

Here, she curled up in a tight ball and waited, purred to her unborn babies. And the trees, the tall and kindly trees, watched over her while she slept, slept the whole night through.

If I stay here, I will be just fine. Before I shut the door, I got a box of crackers from the kitchen, so I will be fine.

I was happy then, standing in the surge with lines of moonlight catching on my rubber boots. This is something that needs explaining, how light emerges from darkness, how comfort wells up from sorrow. The Earth holds every possibility inside it, and the mystery of transformation, one thing into another. This is the wildest comfort.

location. Alaina gave a last pat to the freshly made bed in the newly occupied room and sat down on it, facing Mindy. She smoothed the quilted bedspread beside her as she asked, "Will you sleep here now?" Mindy's nod came without hesitation, but again there were no words, only the fleeting smile

You sure did break that boy's heart." "I know," Krissa agreed. She didn't mind Jewel saying that. At least someone in this house had been on his side. "But I'm here now." "That's true," Jewel conceded, and the two women exchanged a look. We will help him through this.

Pity the dark: we're so concerned to overcome and banish it, it's crammed full of all that's devilish, like some grim cupboard under the stair. But dark is good. We are conceived and carried in darkness, are we not?

A hug makes you feel good all day.

I shrugged into my favorite sweatshirt--you know the kind--where the cuffs are worn and torn and all signs of elasticity have long since disappeared. Whether I wanted to admit

I shrugged into my favorite sweatshirt--you know the kind--where the cuffs are worn and torn and all signs of elasticity have long since disappeared. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, the sweatshirt symbolized the person I'd become--well-worn, a bit beat-up, and hanging by a thread.

One day someone is going to hug you so tight that all of your broken pieces will stick back together. —

She sank back into the rich leather chair, fishing in her purse for her Pez dispenser.

me was somehow tied up in that simple little verse. I clung to it for comfort. I held it close, examining its every facet. Yet as the weeks, months, then years began to pass, I came to realize I would never fully plumb the depths of its meaning—at least not in this life. Its meaning would always

Ah, Abby thought, if only they knew and trusted in God's love! It was all the strength and comfort one could ever need. It was a light to guide one through the darkness. It lent purpose and direction when nothing else seemed to matter.

Peace — that was the other name for home.

Just the knowledge that a good book is awaiting one at the end of a long day makes that day happier." —

Just the knowledge that a good book is waiting for one at the end of a long day makes the day happier.

Just the knowledge that a good book is awaiting one at the end of a long day makes that day happier. [Allein schon das Wissen, dass einen am Ende eines langen Tages ein gutes Buch erwartet, macht diesen Tag zu einem glücklicheren.]

Life is all about risks, taking chances. It doesn't matter how safe and comfortable you want things to be. They never are. - Brooke Hart

Learning to be present with an open heart for others is the best way to help them heal.

Love is self-serving - we do all sorts of things for our own comfort and call it love. But revenge is an intimate thing, don't you think? Would you be willing to enact another persons vengeance?

But where Ma saw only old books gathering dust and smelling of mildew, I found comfort and possibility. Other worlds were within my grasp—better worlds full of rewarded ambition, refinement, and eloquence. I clung to them as a pilgrim whose faith is proportional to the extremity of their need clings to a relic or a prayer.

I'd like to live in great comfort. And peace.' And then she added, quite to her surprise, 'With no one to tell me what to do or how to do it.

People take for granted what is in fact an art. To live well, to live comfortably by one's own standards takes a certain maturity of spirit, exceptional character, truly refined taste, and—' 'And money.

What would you like to do with it?' he pressed. Grace thought a moment. 'Live, Monsieur Tissot. I'd like to live in great comfort. And peace.' And then she added, quite to her surprise, 'With no one to tell me what to do or how to do it.' He