Quotes About Comfort

How horrid all this is! said he. Such weather makes every thing and every body disgusting. Dulness is as much produced within doors as without, by rain. It makes one detest all one's acquaintance. What the devil does Sir John mean by not having a billiard room in his house? How few people know what comfort is! Sir John is as stupid as the weather.

There will be little rubs and disappointments everywhere, and we are all apt to expect too much; but then, if one scheme of happiness fails, human nature turns to another; if the first calculation is wrong, we make a second better: we find comfort somewhere—and

But Mr. Bennet was not of a disposition to seek comfort for the disappointment which his own imprudence had brought on in any of those pleasures which too often console the unfortunate for their folly or their vice.

Elinor, aunque sabía que tal aflicción, por terrible que fuera de contemplar, debía seguir su curso, se mantuvo atenta a su lado hasta que estos excesos de dolor de alguna manera se habían agotado.

Mr. Knightley to be no longer coming there for his evening comfort! - No longer walking in at all hours, as if ever willing to change his own home for their's! - How was it to be endured?

Con ese libro hacía lleva­deras sus horas de ocio y se sentía consolado en las de abatimiento.

Such a companion for herself in the periods of anxiety and cheerlessness before her!

All his wishes centred in domestic comfort and the quiet of private life.

She had never liked those kinds of parties, or truthfully, any parties at all. She was much better on a one-on-one basis, or with small groups of people she knew well and felt comfortable with. Much

The place she felt happiest, the place she found her solace and joy, was in the pages of books. She

I was built for comfort, not for speed

there is no use explaining that you have to learn where your pain is. You have to burrow down and find the wound, and if the burden of it is too terrible to shoulder you have to shout it out; you have to shout for help. My trust, even down in that dark place I carry, is that some person will come running. And then finally the way through grief is grieving, rolling over so the tears can drip out of your ears and settling in for a long sleep.

There is nothing like lying down to bawl and choke, and then rolling over so the tears can drip out of your ears and settling in for a long sleep.

The bedrock attribute of a successful city district is that a person must feel personally safe and secure on the street among all these strangers.

A new pet given to a bereaved individual has saved more people from needing heart operations than any physician.

You're a marshmallow. Soft and sweet and when you get heated up you go all gooey and delicious.-

Ranger cradled my face in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe the tears from my eyes. The ceremony is over. Can you make it back to the car? I nodded. I'm okay now. Am I red and blotchy from crying? Yes, Ranger said, brushing a kiss across my forehead. I love you anyway. There's all kinds of love, I said. Ranger took me by the hand and led me back to the SUV. This is the kind that doesn't call for a ring. But a condom might come in handy. That's not love, I told him. That's lust.

My body is not designed to run. My body was designed to sit in an expensive care and drive.

Pete- What does a woman want out of marriage? Louisa- Undying devotion and a warm place to put her cold feet when she gets into bed at night.

I mostly eat peanut butter sandwiches. Peanut butter and banana, peanut butter and jelly, peanut butter and potato chips, peanut butter and olives, and peanut butter and marshmallow goo. So sue me, I like peanut butter.

Ranger slung an arm around me and hugged me into him, and I could feel him laughing. "It's not funny," I said. "Babe, I haven't got a lot of funny in my life. Let me enjoy the moment.

I've never been in this part of Trenton before. I don't feel comfortable driving around buildings that haven't got gang slogans sprayed on them. Look at this place. No boarded-up windows. No garbage in the gutter. No brothers selling goods on the street. Don't know how people can live like this.

And from where I was sitting his ass looked like little Bear's bed...not too hard, and not too soft, but just right.

I kicked my shoes off, shuffled out of the black jeans and carted an armload of food into my bedroom. I switched the television on and crawled into bed with the channel changer. Do I know how to have a good time, or what?