Quotes About Comfort

You just call out my nameAnd you know wherever I amI'll come running to see you again.Winter, spring, summer, or fallAll you have to do is callAnd I'll be there, hey, hey, yeah.You've got a friend.

There are times when chocolate really is the answer to all of your prayers.

Is chocolate your answer to everything? Sometimes.

Eating chocolate doesn't hurt other people. It doesn't destroy lives. If that's all he can pin on you, Autumn, then I'd say he was clutching at straws. All that chocolate is to any of us is a bit of comfort in a harsh world.

What would she have? Coke, said Annie. And when she tasted the familiar drink, how much less scary the world was, and how much less frightening her task.

Houses are real, deep, emotional things.

Just for a moment, amid all the bad stuff, this was a happy place again.

That's the problem with this never-ending centipede of lemmings, Beck. You know they're all pussies, each and every one of 'em. They buy these books to get scared because their lives are too easy. How pathetic is that?

In the cage, you feel loved, not trapped. Just like me.

It would be nice to have something alive to hold on to right now, something to love me, something with a beating heart that I can feel, something to be with me as I sit here, in hell, trying to figure it out.

They buy these books to get scared because their lives are too easy. How pathetic is that?

If you live alone, you'd be a fucking masochistic freak to buy an opaque shower curtain.

Love is hands, holding you.

It's not like you can ever say I starved you or deprived you. You're safe.

He hugged me. It was comforting to feel his hands on my back.

How gratifying it is to amuse. How easy it gets to toss off a witticism to ease any awkwardness, to sidestep any solemnity. When you amuse, it even seems, for the briefest possible moment that you are who you appear to be, so clever and confident and at ease.

I think the healing power of dogs has less to do with what they give us than what they bring out in us, with what their presence allows us to feel and experience.

With a cry of horror, Nubia turned to hide her face in Aristo's tunic, and she felt his strong arms encircle her protectively. The giant was Mindius's evil bodyguard, Ursus.

Houses were a particular nightmare for her, bringing into play two of the most conflicting forces in her nature: absolute dependence on living in surroundings that were both very comfortable and totally to her own taste; and an absolute distaste for the kind of work that went into making them so.

Someone told me that when they go to Vermont, they feel like they're home. I'm that way at Saks.

God bless the woman who'd invented air-conditioning. Okay, it might have been a man, but I'll bet you dollars to earthworms that a woman nagged him into it.

everything. She lives with a profound confidence that he holds the whole world (including her) in his hands.

Home is where they have to accept you.

The furnishings she'd chosen reminded him of the woman who lived here. Nothing to admire, and yet he wished to be here. To stay here and be surrounded by rooms that settled him. He was at ease, and the longer he stayed, the more he found to like.