Quotes About Comfort

Anything that can't be done in bed isn't worth doing at all.

Just give me a comfortable couch, a dog, a good book, and a woman. Then if you can get the dog to go somewhere and read the book, I might have a little fun.

It is right that the influence of the Government should be known in every humble home as the guardian of frugal comfort and content, and a defense against unjust exactions, and the unearned tribute persistently coveted by the selfish and designing. It is right that efficiency and honesty in public service should not be sacrificed to partisan greed; and it is right that the suffrage of our people should be pure and free.

Il faut voyager loin en aimant sa maison

Là où on s'aime, il ne fait jamais nuit.

Jer, tamo gdje se volimo, nikada nije mrak.

Elle savait que tout irait bien désormais.Car là où on s'aime, il ne fait jamais nuit.

Books tell us stories, they allow us to vicariously live out snippets of other lives, but they cannot take you in their arms and comfort you when you're scared.

Otkako znam za sebe, uvek sam ose?ao da sam sam, nekako otu?en od sveta, od larme i mediokriteta koji se šire poput zarazne bolesti. U jednom trenutku, pomislio sam da bi knjige mogle da me izbave od tog ose?aja napuštenosti i apatije, ali ne treba previše o?ekivati o knjiga. One vam pri?aju pri?e, omogu?avaju vam da proživite, posredno, deli?e stvarnosti, ali nikada vas ne?e uzeti u naru?je da vas uteše.

No había duda, ahí en su desnudez, en su abrazo, se hallaba mi casa.

to all the monsters in my nursery: May you never leave me alone.

The only piece of home Ofelia had been able to take with her were some of her books. She closed her fingers firmly around the one on her lap, caressing the cover. When she opened the book, the white pages were so bright against the shadows that filled the forest and the words they offered granted shelter and comfort. The letters were like footprints in the snow, a wide white landscape untouched by pain, unharmed by memories too dark to keep, too sweet to let go of.

Elisa nuzzles into the phrase, explores it, finds it familiar, almost cozy.

When she opened the book, the white pages were so bright against the shadows that filled the forest and the words they offered granted shelter and comfort. The letters were like footprints in the snow, a wide white landscape untouched by pain, unharmed by memories too dark to keep, too sweet to let go of.

when you're far away from home and scared shitless you need all the friends you can get and you need them right away.

What better occupation, really, than to spend the evening at the fireside with a book, with the wind beating on the windows and the lamp burning bright...Haven't you ever happened to come across in a book some vague notion that you've had, some obscure idea that returns from afar and that seems to express completely your most subtle feelings?

A estas alturas y mientras dura el frío, la cocina es el estrado, el gabinete y el estudio

He opened his arms and she moved into the space they made in the world, and laying her head against his chest she permitted herself the almost unimaginable luxury of grief.

Shelter can be hard to find. A place can become our home for reasons we do not understand. We build the memories that turn into what we are, then what we were, as we look back.

And in the dark of that room, notorious for the woven patterns of desire it had seen, Ammar ibn Khairan held the woman beloved of the man he'd killed, and offered what small comfort he could. He granted her the courtesy and space of his silence, as she finally permitted herself to weep, mourning the depth of her loss, the appalling disappearance, in an instant, of love in a bitter world.

It is a sharp, cold life though, my darling. For a woman, for a man, without a hearth at the end of day for warmth. Without love to carry you outward and home.

those around a dying person, sometimes loving that person, had their own needs, and these were also to be addressed if you were in the world to heal.

Shelter can be hard to find. A place can become our home for reasons we do not understand. We build the memories that turn into what we are, then what we were, as we look back. We live in the light that comes to us.

The thrill of coming home has never changed.