Quotes About Comfort

For God has comforted Zion, and will take pity on all her waste places; Turning her wilderness into an Eden, her desert into the garden of God. Joy and gladness will be found in her, and thanksgiving, and the sounds of singing."12

But while I fill up my mouth with prayers, they bring no comfort. My words rattle against each other like the last beech leaves on a winter branch, and though a hard wind scours the forest, it cannot free them from the bough; it will not lift them upward into the wide white sky.

I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than to be crowded on a velvet cushion.

I've just learned about his illness; let's hope it's nothing trivial.

Gin a body meets a body Comin' through the rye. Gin a body kiss a body Need a body cry?

Come, lay thy head upon my breast, And I will kiss thee into rest.

God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.

Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human race.

Laughter is the brush that sweeps away the cobwebs of the heart.

It is this intangible thing, love in many forms, which enters into every therapeutic relationship. . . . And it is an element which binds and heals, which comforts and restores, which works what we have to call - for now - miracles.

I base most of my fashion taste on what doesn't itch.

Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head.

Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps.

To cure sometimes, to relieve often, to comfort always.

A good gulp of hot whisky at bedtime - it's not very scientific, but it helps.

I was sick, and ye visited me.

I reckon being ill is one of the greatest pleasures of life, provided one is not too ill and is not obliged to work till one is better.

Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

What is home without a mother?

Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy.

Rocked in the cradle of the deep, I lay me down in peace to sleep.

Sweets are good for the nerves.

Friends, I beg you do not shirk your daily task of indolence.

It is not in novelty but in habit that we find the greatest pleasure.