Quotes About Comfort

The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have past at home in the bosom of my family.

The first child in a family is its poem, — it is a sort of nativity play, and we bend before the younger stranger with gifts, "gold, frankincense, and myrrh." But the tenth child in a poor family is prose, and gets simply what is due to comfort. There are no superfluities, no fripperies, no idealities, about the tenth cradle.

Firelight will not let you read fine stories but it's warm and you won't see the dust on the floor.

One can enjoy a wood fire worthily only when he warms his thoughts by it as well as his hands and feet.

Since the house is on fire let us warm ourselves.

Fart when someone hugs you — it makes them feel strong.

Love is not having to hold your farts in anymore.

Have you blossoms and books, those solaces of sorrow?

I wear a coat of angels' breath and warm myself with His love.

Peace is not the absence of affliction, but the presence of God.

I have a warm feeling after playing with my grandchildren. It's the liniment working.

Grandma serves kisses, counsel, and cookies daily.

Appreciate comfort. Also appreciate those things that knock us off course enough to realize we should appreciate the comfort.

Panting to help the dear ones and yet not knowing how, lest any voice bereave them... One who only said "I am sorry" helped me the most when father ceased — it was too soon for language.

When Heaven has taken from us some object of our love, how sweet is it to have a bosom whereon to recline our heads, and into which we may pour the torrent of our tears! Grief, with such a comfort, is almost a luxury!

That grief will go on, but the love goes on too.

Grief cries pain and sighs love.

I don't always do yoga — but when I do, it's because I'm trying to reach a new roll of toilet paper while sitting on the toilet.

When our soul has been cast down, has never an invisible voice whispered, "There is lifting up"? Have not gales and breezes of sweet and healing thought been wafted over us, as if an angel had shaken from his wings the odors of paradise?

Visitor's footfalls are like medicine; they heal the sick.

...as healing as a mommy kiss...

For my own part I reckon being ill as one of the great pleasures of life, provided one is not too ill and is not obliged to work till one is better... To lie there careless of everything, quiet and warm, and with no weight upon the mind... to watch the soft shadows come and go upon the ceiling... not only to be a lotus-eater but to know that it was one's duty to be a lotus-eater.

But it was home. And though home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit answered to, in strongest conjuration.

Home is where the wi-fi connects automatically.