Quotes About Comfort

To be either too good or too bad drew attention. As much as he hated being the lettuce, it was his comfort zone.

But whatever he was going to say, it leaked away with the last of his life. His head came to rest on Rowan`s shoulder, while all around them distant cries of agony filled the icy air.

True solace can be worth it's weight in gold.

the woman sitting beside him in 15A. There was no 15B—the concept of the B seat, where one had to sit between two other passengers, had been eliminated along with other unpleasant things, like disease and government.

All he ever wanted was a comfortable chair and a place in history. Well, he was robbed of one and died in the other.

Era adrede; les recordaba que, aunque tuvieran los puestos humanos más importantes del mundo, nunca debían sentirse demasiado cómodos ni dormirse en los laureles.

The devil you know is better than the one you don't.

Are you heading out or heading home?" asked the woman sitting beside him in 15A. There was no 15B—the concept of the B seat, where one had to sit between two other passengers, had been eliminated along with other unpleasant things, like disease and government.

I'm scared," he says. "I know," says the nurse. "I want you all to go to Hell." "That's natural.

For Connor it's not about stupidity, or even rebellion—it's about feeling life. Sitting on this ledge, hidden behind an exit sign is where he feels most comfortable. Sure, one false step and he's roadkill. Yet for Connor, life on the edge is home.

They lived in a world where nothing anyone did really mattered. Survival was guaranteed. Income was guaranteed. Food was plentiful, and comfort was a given. The Thunderhead saw to everyone's needs. When you need nothing, what else can life be but pleasant?

She assumed she would go to college, get a degree in something pleasant, then settle into a comfortable job, meet a comfortable guy, and have a nice, unremarkable life. It's not that she longed for such an existence, but it was expected. Not just of her, but of everyone. With nothing to really aspire to, life had become about maintenance.

Comfort food, thought Citra, because somehow it made her feel safe from the inside out. "My grandmother said it could actually heal a cold." "What's a cold?" asked Citra. "A deadly illness from the mortal age, I suppose.

Greyson Tolliver locked himself in his apartment, opened the windows to let in the cold, then crawled into his bed beneath heavy covers. It was what he had done when he was younger and the world got the better of him. He could disappear beneath the billowing comforter that protected him from the coldness of the world.

What must it have been like to believe in something greater than oneself? To accept imperfection and look to a rising vision of all we could never be? It must have been comforting.

He doesn't respond; he just kisses her on the back of her head, to maintain his image as the safest port in her storm. It's a powerful feeling to know you make others feel safe.

her teeth, because he puts his arm around her.

meu anjo – my angel

Aunque ella debe saber lo que está pasando, no dice nada, sólo deja la cabeza en su hombro mientras las lágrimas de él le caen en el pelo.

Tu,care-mi legeni somnul cu mângâieri uÅŸoare S? nu ÅŸtii niciodat? cumplitu-mi nenoroc Nici taina scris?-n mine cu litere de foc! De patim? mi-e sil? ÅŸi orice gând m? doare…

once said that the "Language Poets" take a private space on the public beach. My response to this is that it takes a private place within for the individual to find any comfort or freedom at all on the public beach – which, in fact, is the only beach for most of us.

people run from rain but sit in bathtubs full of water.

I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.