Quotes About Comfort

And then they just sat together, holding each other as the room filled with light.

A long disease seems to be a halting place between life and death, that death itself may be a comfort to those who die and to those who are left behind.

Para el hombre que reza mucho, no existe tristeza amarga o desesperación

Nobody can deny but religion is a comfort to the distressed, a cordial to the sick, and sometimes a restraint on the wicked; therefore whoever would argue or laugh it out of the world without giving some equivalent for it ought to be treated as a common enemy.

A book has to be easy to open and you don't have to be a bodybuilder to lift it. I like books I can read in bed. Those big tombstones would kill me.

Happiness. It was the place where passion, with all its dazzle and drumbeat, met something softer: homecoming and safety and pure sunbeam comfort. It was all those things, intertwined with the heat and the thrill, and it was as bright within her as a swallowed star.

People are our safe places. I have one: a person who's a home and a world to me.

He was right. It made no sense at all, but the feeling flooded through Karou, and whatever it was, it was as sweet as a patch of sun on a glossy floor and, like a cat, she just wanted to curl up in it.

It gave her a creeping sense of impending aloneness, like she was some orphaned animal raised by do-gooders, soon to be released into the wild. She didn't want to be released into the wild. She wanted to be held dear .

There is intimacy in pain. Anyone who has comforted a sufferer knows it—the helpless tenderness, the embrace and murmur and slow rocking together as two become one against the enemy, pain

Hay intimidad en el dolor. Cualquiera que haya consolado a alguien que sufre lo sabe —la indefensa ternura, los abrazos y susurros, y el lento balanceo conjunto mientras dos se vuelven uno contra el enemigo, el dolor—.

the simplicity of it filled her with warmth. They had looked for her, and found her; she wasn't alone, after all.

It thrilled through her like her nerves were channeling starlight. He was safe.

After the week she'd had, she wanted to go to the cafe and sink into a couch, gossip and laugh and sketch and drink tea and make up for lost normal.

There, there," consoled Lazlo. "You're a very fierce warrior. Don't cry. You're terrifying.

Como si él fuera ese lugar seguro que siempre estaba buscando y nunca encontraba.

And... a bed. A bed and a blanket to cover them, a blanket that was theirs together.

Welcome to purgatory. Care for some soup?

Just then, lit only by the flicker of his wings, the sight of him was so… right, somehow. He was right. It made no sense at all, but the feeling flooded through Karou, and whatever it was, it was as sweet as a patch of sun on a glossy floor and, like a cat, she just wanted to curl up in it.

Hay intimidad en el dolor. Cualquiera que haya consolado a alguien que sufre lo sabe

The night, a living presence, was in constant motion, shifting itself, sighing, breathing. She wondered if perhaps it, too, was trying to get warm.

Giving and taking comfort in everything they could give and take, every part of them sought to make themselves one till it was impossible for either to know the comforter from the one being comforted.

I ate a few chocolates and felt more animated. Then I crashed and was just as sad as I'd been before, but fatter and tired.

The usual things helped: some distance, prayer, chocolate.