Quotes About Comfort

I know you miss me terribly. I miss you, too. But we still have each other, for I am - and always have been - part of you. You carry me in your heart, just as I carried you in mine, and nothing can ever change that. I love you, my darling, and you love me. Hold on to that feeling. Hold on to us. And little by little, you will find a way to heal.

if you put your trust in God, you'll be all right in the end.

If it makes you feel better, I promise to forget.

Proximity bred familiarity, and familiarity bred comfort.

What I do know is that when I was sitting with you that night, I felt like God was telling me that I was doing the right thing.

I mean talk. 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, and even when you're questioning why terrible things have to happen. So I talk with him.

Comfort and familiarity were wonderful but they also dulled passion and excitement. Predictability and habit made surprises almost impossible.

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 with out speaking. This is the great paradox.

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.

Spending time with you just feels...right,somehow. Easy, like the way it's supposed to be. Like it is with my parents. They're just comfortable together, and I remember growing up thinking that one day I wanted to have that, too.

I realized that there were times when we talked not because we needed to communicate anything important, but simply because we each drew comfort from the other's voice

Being with him was like toast and butter from the very beginning.

I'll be the light in the window.

That speaking the words, even if true, had little power to change the inevitable or even make him feel much better.

Her hands are warm and soft. Hands I knew better then my own.

But you're disappointed. He brushed a strand of hair from her face. It's not possible for you to disappoint me.

No, I mumble. I try to shake my head but can't, the agony making it impossible. I want to stay awake. I want to be with you. Do not worry. I will be here when you wake. But you were gone before. I was not gone. I was here and I will always be here. How can you be so sure? She kissed me again before answering. Because, she says, her voice tender, I am always with you, Ira.

Only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.

I'd have to swing by the house first to change into something more comfortable." "That's fine," he said. "I'm all for you changing into something more comfortable." "I'll bet you are," she said knowingly. "Now, don't start getting fresh," he said, feigning offense. "I don't think we know each other well enough for that.

God is out there watching you, even when you're away from home and that if you put your trust in God, you'll be all right in the end.

While she was glad that these bouts of anxiety no longer overwhelmed her, it also meant she was getting comfortable here, and that scared her. Because being comfortable meant she might lower her guard, and she could never let that happen.

And if I'd have a single dying wish, it would be to know that both of you, are somehow going to be alright.

Words - especially written ones, meant only for us - have a power to comfort, tell truths, and communicate profound emotions in a way that few things can.

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.