Quotes About Comfort

They're unsettled and they're frightened, and what they want from me isn't the lovely presents, any more; it goes much deeper. They're afraid that they're not who they always thought they were, and they want me to find them reassurance

Girlfriends aren't allowed to care if you have Stilton socks. Friends are." All the same, she gave her hands a quick, professional shake and took hold of my foot. "Plus, you might be less of a pain in the arse if you got more action.

I want you at home so that any time I start getting panicky, I can stick my head in and look at you and take a few deep breaths. It's for my sake, not yours.

Sun melting over it, slow as butter on toast.

There had been love there. It had looked solid and simple as bread; real. And it felt real to live in, a warm element through which we moved easily and which we breathed in with every breath.

He'd forgotten what it felt like to surrender to the comfort of tranquility.

Better the comfort of a lie than the absurdity of the truth.

her craving for food was actually masking her need for emotional nurturance.

You've stopped crying. I'm glad. I don't want you to cry anymore.

He'd kissed her, and she'd been poleaxed, frozen in place, because his mouth had felt like coming home. The taste of him, the smell of him, the sound of his breath-the slow slide of his tongue over and around and down the lenght of hers, it had all said, "Here's your place,girl,here with me.

God had shown her that He was not simply overseeing her journey, but that He WAS her journey. The realization had not taken away the pain but had brought her a tremendous amount of peace.

I took his hand and pressed it hard. I could not bear to look at him any longer, so I closed my eyes and put his hand against my cheek. I cried with him. I felt his fingers grow wet with my tears, but I kept his hand there.

Quick, children, come now. You are safe here. You are safe with us.

There are few things in life more heartwarming than to be welcomed by a cat.

Is it love, or is it convenience?... She explained that connivence, habit, comfort, obligation- these are all things that wear the same clothing as love sometimes.

We sat at that table, neither able to comfort the other, her remembering being a bystander to my mother's suffering and me suffering because I was denied the experience.

A woman doesn't always have a choice, not in a meaningful way. Sometimes there is a debt that must be paid, a comfort that she is obliged to provide, a safe passage that must be secured. Every one of us has lain down for a reason that was not love.

Go on to sleep. Like they say, weeping endures for a night." "But joy comes in the morning,

She explained that convenience, habit, comfort, obligation—these are all things that wear the same clothing as love sometimes.

calming breaths even as water burned my eyes. There was comfort in the truth, no matter how difficult.

It was the scent of my mother and it couldn't be broken down into parts.

Then he surprised me by laying his head in my lap, reaching for my arms and closing them around himself like a blanket.

love is supposed to be convenient. its supposed to be easy.

explained that convenience, habit, comfort, obligation—these are all things that wear the same clothing as love sometimes.