Quotes About Comfort

I used to like the foods that come in abstract shapes: chicken nuggets, Fruit Roll-Ups, hot dogs.

The opposite of the Tentacles are the Anchors. The Anchors are things that occupy my mind and make me feel good temporarily.

Personally, I am quite comfortable with chemicals. My favorite stars, as well as my best friends, are all made of them.

Evidence shows that nature doesn't actually care about our health or longevity. We're equipped by natural instincts to sift between some of what might harm us and some of what may bring us comfort. Yet there is no hint from space that anyone or anything in the universe will arrive to save us from Earth, or from ourselves. It is we alone who care about us.

DON'T CRY Dear one, don't cry. The stars are shining, Shining with power, Up in the sky! Pawnee

How will I know the difference?" "Wounds bring drama and trauma. They don't bring comfort.

I felt the heat of her body and was reminded of how much I love human contact. Pets like to be petted. It isn't sexual when a dog or cat begs for physical affection. People are the same way: we need touch. But we're so sexually screwed up and obsessed that we get nervous and uncomfortable when another person touches us.

From the unknown, through the unknown, to the unknown. Put your hand into the hand of God. It will be all right.

Henry Mercado, Purcell knew, was comforted by thinking he was protecting the Holy Grail from the Antichrist, or whatever, and he could go to his martyrdom happy in the knowledge that when he met Jesus he could say, 'I saved your cup.

I think dogs need our prayers more than people. We know that God looks after people when they die and that Daddy and Mummy and Bill are all right, but we don't know that about dogs.

There are people to whom one need not show off. It's a great comfort sometimes.

in spite of all her misgivings, she glowed and thought to herself. 'This is my place. This is where I belong.

happiest and the most comfortable. It is hard in the stationary, and miserable in the declining state. The progressive state is in reality the cheerful and the hearty state to all the different orders of the society. The stationary is dull; the declining melancholy.

To reduce apparent details was to increase emotional and physical ease.

We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.

In times of grief and sorrow I will hold you and rock you and take your grief and make it my own. When you cry I cry and when you hurt I hurt. And together we will try to hold back the floods to tears and despair and make it through the potholed street of life

And when I came in with tears in my eyes, you always knew whether I needed you to hold me or just let me be. I don't know how you knew, but you did, and you made it easier for me.

Never forget that God is your friend. And like all friends, He longs to hear what's been happening in your life. Good or bad, whether it's been full of sorrow or anger, or even when you're questioning why terrible things have to happen.

I call it God Light, because it reminds me of heaven. Every time the light shines through the window we built or any window at all, you'll know I'm right there with you, okay? That's going to be me. I'll be the light in the window.

Silence is pure and holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking.

Because being comfortable meant she might lower her guard, and she could not let that happen.

He leaned closer, their faces drawing near, and he could feel the heat of her breath mingling with his. He closed his eyes against the memory of a thousand other kisses and touched his lips to hers. He felt a kind of spark, and all at once he felt her slowly coming back to him. She was the arm that held him close in times of trouble, she was the whisper on the pillow beside him at night.

That's my sweetheart in there. Wherever she is, that's where my home is.

I am here to love you, to hold you in my arms, to protect you.