Quotes About Comfort

Relying on people for comfort had never felt natural to her. The last thing she wanted was to give someone the power to hurt her.

She was a teacher, for God's sake. What did she know to say about dangers such as these? How could she assuage a child's fear when her own was straining at the leash?

Nina, you should never sing in front of people if they cannot leave.

Love. In the best of times, it is a dream. In the worst of times, salvation.

Hello?" 'It's me. I'm having a crisis.' "I'll be there in twenty minutes.

He stood slowly and took her in his arms. She wanted to bottle how safe she felt in this moment, so she could drink of it later when loneliness and fear left her parched.

When you get older, you'll understand. There's a certain comfort in the familiar.

Home was a state of mind, the peace that came from being who you were and living an honest life.

He stood up slowly and took her in his arms. She wanted to bottle how safe she felt in this moment, so she could drink of it later when loneliness and fear left her parched. Remember

My dearest Tully— I am so sorry. I know how afraid you are of being alone, of being left behind, but God has His plan for all of us. I would have stayed with you longer if I could have. Your grandfather and I will always be watching out for you from Heaven.

I never really knew the weight of sorrow before, how it stretches you out like an old, wet sweater.

He stood up slowly and took her in his arms. She wanted to bottle how safe she felt in this moment, so she could drink of it later when loneliness and fear left her parched.

In real life, she saw, it wasn't like that. It was sadness opening up inside of you, changing how you saw the world. It made her think about God and what He offered at times like this. She wondered for the first time what her parents believed in, what she believed in, and she saw how the idea of Heaven could be comforting.

The truth was that the biggest danger of all was in her own home.

She sat there a long time, talking to her daddy as if he were sitting right beside her.

When Elsa had lost her third child—a son who never drew breath—it was Rose who held Elsa and let her cry, and said, Some lives are not ours to hold on to; God makes His choices without us.

He's too ornery to die." Anita looked pathetically grateful for that small bit of comfort. "He is ornery, that's for sure." "I … am … not.

Grandma lighting candles and keeping them lit, whispering

He is my home," her mother said, shaking her head. "How will I live without him?

will." "I just want to keep you safe." I smile. Americans can be

Hold your head up," she said out loud. She had children to think about. Two small people who needed to be comforted in the wake of their father's betrayal.

Sometime around three in the morning, she got out of bed and went to the porch, where she sat wrapped in a blanket, staring at little beyond the vapor of her own breath. But it wasn't cold enough to numb her grief.

For as long as I can remember, books have been my safe place

They sat in companionable silence which amazed Leni. Usually she was a nervous wreck around kids she wanted to befriend.