Quotes About Comfort

Where there is a mother in the home, matters go well.

Like a child who suddenly stops sobbing when he is clasped in the arms of his mother, such will be the grip of heaven upon our souls.

My mother is home. Your mother is your home. Everybody is a momma's boy or a momma's girl. That's where we came from, from a woman's womb.

I think sometimes parents and teachers fail to stretch kids. My mother had a very good sense of how to stretch me just slightly outside my comfort zone.

A baby was sleeping, Its mother was weeping.

In trial or difficulty I have recourse to Mother Mary, whose glance alone is enough to dissipate every fear.

What is a mom but the sunshine of our days and the north star of our nights.

When I was a kid, for my birthday every year, my mother made me pasta bechamel, which is rigatoni with a white cream sauce.

We don't get enough pampering. If we were once the only child of an adoring mother, we developed a taste for it; if not, we developed a thirst for it.

Soup not only warms you and is easy to swallow and to digest, it also creates the illusion in the back of your mind that Mother is there.

Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein.

The Italian comes to his table with the same open heart with which a child falls into his mother's arms, with the same easy feeling of being in the right place.

You are My Mother, the Mother of Mercy, and the consolation of the souls in Purgatory.

The best place to cry is on a mother's arms.

A mother is a bank where I deposit all my worries and hurts

You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you

A Mother is the heart of the home

I don't know what it is about food your mother makes for you, especially when it's something that anyone can make - pancakes, meat loaf, tuna salad - but it carries a certain taste of memory.

There is nothing in the world of art like the songs mother used to sing.

When the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the mother. Sometime the wolf.

I was a loud child, and if my mother sang to me, I would be quiet.

The experience of poetry could bring my mother back to me. Poetry offers a different kind of solace - here on earth.

My mother is the source of my unease in the world and thus the only person who can make me feel at home in the world.

The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed.