Quotes About Comfort

Books at bedtime, most enchanting Half-asleep, dipping our cozy feet Into fantasy and dreams so sweet.

May sleep envelop you as a bed sheet floating gently down, tickling your skin and removing every worry. Reminding you to consider only this moment.

I like to party, and by party I mean a slumber party for one with plenty of books to read.

A smile vanquishes loneliness, if only for a fleeting moment.

To many, the cigarette is a portable therapist.

Money is good for bribing yourself through the inconveniences of life.

It is open to every man to choose the direction of his striving," he explained, "and every man may take comfort from the fine saying that the search for truth is more precious than its possession."70

There is much perplexity and sadness about whether a soul taken from this earth out of the midst of life not lived for God, and spending its last moments in delirium, can be saved. But why does not comfort come to such questioners from the thought of the power of the God who made that soul, to speak to it even in delirium? It is not strange that God should speak to one of his creatures now any more than that he spoke to Adam or to Moses.

A friend is the one who comes in when the whole world has gone out.

it. I kept thinking I should be here, being miserable with you. So, here I am." They sat for a long time, in a close embrace, with only a low light burning, staring

My mom is a never-ending song in my heart of comfort, happiness, and being. I may sometimes forget the words but I always remember the tune.

You need to own your feelings. Get more comfortable expressing yourself." "How about I express you out the nearest window?

We are to share what we've gone through with one another. This is how we encourage one another. This is how we embody the very presence of the God of all comfort.

She released his hand and sat back. That air of sadness had descended on her once more. His father had carried a similar melancholy after his mother had passed; Poe would see it descend on him like a shadow, settle over his shoulders like a blanket made of warmth and memory and longing and loss. Leia wore something made of the same material, and not for the first time Poe wondered how she had come by it and, perhaps more importantly, who had given it to her.

He'd awakened screaming himself hoarse and his mother had rushed in and pressed his face to her bosom and made the clowns go away. His father had flicked on the light switch and stood in the doorway, his fists clenched in impotent anger and unfulfilled rage. Tears had traced a path down his face.

Travers didn't say anything, but she nodded in agreement. Jade silently thanked her for being quiet. He needed quiet right now.

That's the point of it, to have those connections, as painful as they are, as much worry as they might cause; they give back in strength and comfort and joy, believe it or not, and the more connections you make, the happier you are, the more point there is to getting up and getting through the day.

When I'm struggling with the fear of my own death, or with grief over the death of someone I love, what comforts me most isn't philosophies or ideas. It's the presence of someone who loves me just sitting with me silently, letting me feel what I have to feel, not trying to fix it or make it go away but simply being with me while I feel

As Ayaan Hirsi Ali wrote: "The only position that leaves me with no cognitive dissonance is atheism." Having no cognitive dissonance in my philosophy of death is a profound comfort. This might not be true for everybody: some people do seem better able to live with cognitive dissonance than others. But it's certainly true for me. And it seems to be true for many other people.

Look for happiness under your own roof.

If you're yearning for the good old days, just turn off the air conditioning.

God has seen your tears and heard your prayers. Do not grieve. The Little One will not die. Do not allow the doctors to bother him too much.

Your child will not die.

Any place I hang my head is home.