Quotes About Comfort

Whenever he felt the sharp pangs of homesickness he had come back here to his old enemies, where he didn't feel quite so out of place.

Lì i libri erano ammassati dappertutto. Non erano solo sugli scaffali come nelle altre case, no: da loro erano accatastati sotto i tavoli, sulle sedie, negli angoli più remoti. Ce n'erano in cucina e in bagno, sul televisore e nell'armadio; pile basse e pile alte. Grossi, piccoli, vecchi, nuovi... libri e ancora libri. Accoglievano Meggie sulla tavola apparecchiata per la colazione, invitanti; l'aiutavano a scacciare la noia... e qualche volta la mandavano lunga distesa per terra!

I libri la rincuoravano quando era triste e scacciavano la noia mentre Mo tagliava, rilegava, incollava pagine ormai logore, rese fragili da anni e anni d'uso sotto le innumerevoli dita che le avevano sfogliate.

I libri amavano tutti coloro che li aprivano, offrivano protezione e amicizia senza pretendere nulla in cambio. Non ti abbandonavano mai, nemmeno quando li maltrattavi.

depois de acordar de um pesadelo, nada a sossegava mais do que a respiração do pai, ali ao seu lado, e o folhear das páginas. Nada conseguia espantar mais rapidamente os sonhos maus do que o sussurrar do papel impresso.

After all, there's nothing like a few comforting pages of a book when you're way from home, right?

Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn't ask anything in return, they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly.

He had never taken any interest in what came after death, either in this world or the other one. Probably just silence, silence without a single word of comfort.

It was good to have your books with you in strange places.

We will never have the wealth of experience our immortal creators have. Yet I find comfort in the thought that this limited lifespan gives our minds, at times, refreshing freedom.

Non c'è niente che sappia consolare meglio di qualche pagina ben scritta quando sei lontano da casa, vero?

No matter what I feel, I hold the assurance that God never leaves me.

I've always been taught that religion is supposed to be a comfort to people, not a threat. I think these people have perverted something that's supposed to be holy and turned it into a weapon.

And that's my comfort--that someone else was there and experienced the same thing. How else could I know it was real and not merely a dream?

I decided we should get married no more of this running-through-the-rain shit. We should live in the same place, sleep in the same bed at night, wake up together in the morning, and whenever there's a tornado, I can take care of you and watch Baseball at the same time.

I thought how in the last few weeks, the idea of him had sometimes made me nervous but the reality of him always comforted me.

the idea of him had sometimes made me nervous but the reality of him always comforted me.

To mourn is to touch directly the substance of divine compassion.

Most important of all, do everything you can to nurture your spiritual intelligence. It is your only genuine source of hope, direction, meaning, and comfort.

curled up, closed his eyes, and marched himself off, as if sleep were an actual place, like home, like the kitchen—a place a mouse could go to.

They wouldn't know that grief had come down up on him unbearably, and he must be alone to put his arms around her, and feel her arms around him, to take enough comfort from grieving so that he could return to finish the business of the day.

To himself, he called it a safe place, and when they were finally settled in at the end of July, living in the three-room house where windows gave out over the water and woods and sky, he knew he had been right.

Religion used to be the opium of the people. To those suffering humiliation, pain, illness, and serfdom, religion promised the reward of an after life. But now, we are witnessing a transformation, a true opium of the people is the belief in nothingness after death, the huge solace, the huge comfort of thinking that for our betrayals, our greed, our cowardice, our murders, we are not going to be judged.

Like a cat asleep on a chair at peace, in peace and at one with the master of the house, with the mistress, at home, at home in the house of the living