Quotes About Comfort

Çünkü hiçbir ÅŸey hayat kadar ÅŸa??rt?c? olamaz. Yaz? hariç. Yaz? hariç. Evet tabii, tek teselli yaz? hariç.

Eso que llaman familia cada día que pasaba me parecía más como un grupo de personas que aparentan ser felices acallando por un rato sus demonios interiores para que creer que son amadas y para sentirse tranquilas, cómodas y seguras

Mother, my neck aches and all is still.

Cartile nu adauga nefericirii omenesti decat o anumita adancime, pe care noi o socotim a fi consolare.

Mergulhamos na dor e o susto nos devolve à vida. Porque nada pode ser tão espantoso quanto a vida. Exceto a literatura. Sim, claro, exceto a literatura, que é o único consolo.

Mang theo má»™t cu?n sách trong túi hay gi? xách c?a b?n, nh?t là nh?ng khi bu?n, là s? h?u má»™t th? giá»›i khác, má»™t th? giá»›i có th? mang l?i cho b?n ni?m vui.

books. They are friends to the lonely, companions to the deserted, joy to the joyless, hope to the hopeless, good cheer to the disheartened, a helper to the helpless. They bring light into darkness, and sunshine into shadow.

Music isn't just a pleasure, a transient satisfaction. It's a need, a deep hunger; and when the music is right, it's joy. Love. A foretaste of heaven. A comfort in grief. Is it too much to think that perhaps God speaks to us sometimes through music? How, then, could I be so ungrateful as to refuse the message?

Home is anywhere that you know all your friends and all your enemies.

And enough for me that when my hand touched your shoulder, you leaned on me; and when you felt me slip away, you called my name.

Grief, she reminded herself, is almost always for the mourner's loss.

Grief, she reminded herself, is almost always for the mourner's loss.

The house always smells like good food," said Piotr. "It's the perfume of love.

When I comfort you, you'll know it. And how will I know? Miro snapped back. Because you'll be comfortable, of course.

Ella se sentía contenida en su abrazo, nunca confinada.

Novinha could not bear the prospect of company, of kindness, of people trying to console her.

His voice was a caress. No, stringer, it was like a hand gripping her hand, steadying her.

I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex.

Where there is sorrow, there is holy ground.

When I am in trouble, eating is the only thing that consoles me. Indeed, when I am in really great trouble, as any one who knows me intimately will tell you, I refuse everything except food and drink. At the present moment I am eating muffins because I am unhappy. Besides, I am particularly fond of muffins.

That was the sort of everyday love I had to learn to contend with: if you grow up with it, it's hard to think you'll ever match it. I used to think it was difficult for children of folks who really loved each other, hard to get out from under that skin because sometimes it's just so comfortable you don't want to have to develop your own.

My head against his shoulder, he laughs as if the laughter wants to travel a good distance, down through my body also.

The scholar who cherishes the love of comfort is not fit to be deemed a scholar.

To give comfort to the old, to have the trust of my friends, and to have the young seeking to be near me