Quotes About Comfort

The way his jeans hugged his cheeks drew me to him and made me feel warm.

I'm kind of a homebody. My husband says I like to just stay home and do nothing, but that's just how I am.

Running has taken me in and continues to comfort, heal, and challenge me in all kinds of magical ways. I am not a good runner because I am me; I am a good me because I am a runner.

I want to get more comfortable being uncomfortable. I want to get more confident being uncertain. I don't want to shrink back just because something isn't easy. I want to push back, and make more room in the area between I can't and I can.

She wanted to bottle how safe she felt in this moment, so she could drink of it later when loneliness and fear left her parched.

The only real thing in this icy blue-and-black world is my daughter's hand in mine.

I was not good at the whole making-death-a-positive-transition thing. How could I? I wanted her to fight to the last breath. It was a mistake. I should have listened to her fear, comforted her. Instead I'd promised her that everything would be okay, that she would heal.

he hopes to be caught, sucked in, enveloped, and devoured. He seeks, as it were, the protecting, nourishing, charmed circle of the mother, the condition of the infant released from every care…No wonder the real world vanishes from sight!

The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.

The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.

Because their personal comfort is their reality, the calamity that interrupts it is a transcendent force: the devil.

Because there is no nation so powerful it cannot be wounded, nor a people so small they cannot offer mighty comfort.

I used food as a coping mechanism for many, many years, and it was my best friend for a long time.

I like pouring your tea, lifting the heavy pot, and tipping it up, so the fragrant liquid steams in your china cup. Or when you're away or at work, I like to think of your cupped hands as you sip, as you sip, of the faint half-smile of your lips.

We will tire each other out, making our homes in one another's arms.

Hush, hush, my bonnie sweet lamb. Tho' my ship must sail in the morning, I will be with you When the salt spray fans the shore, I will be with you When the wind blows the heather, I will be with you when the dove sings her song, Sing ba la loo laddie, sing ba la loo dear Hush, hush, my bonnie sweet lamb.

They say home is where the heart is, although in my case, the location of the fridge is also important.

Tabitha Trumbull's Vanilla Bread Pudding

AUNT IBBY'S GINGER PANCAKES WITH LEMON SAUCE

TABITHA TRUMBULL'S GRAPE-NUTS PUDDING

pizza-scented candles.

I found myself in a place that was thorny, but because I was so used to being there, it bore out certain twisted sensations of comfort. It's a place called «alone».

Sisters function as safety nets in a chaotic world simply by being there for each other.

Nature designed our vestibular receptors to be extremely sensitive. Indeed, our need to know where we are in relation to the earth is more compelling than our need for food, for tactile comfort, or even for a mother-child bond.