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Quotes About Comfort

He was chugging brown pop from a can Jack had handed him while he stuffed nacho cheese Doritos in his face. I was glad to see he looked lots better, almost completely like himself, which proves Doritos and brown pop really are health foods.
~ P.C. Cast
Your dad would stake me out to freeze if I let you fall and hurt yourself. He offered me his arm, which I latched onto gratefully. He wouldn't stake you out, I panted as we forced our way through the hard top layer of snow that was almost thigh deep. He'd just shoot you. Well that's a comfort.
~ P.C. Cast
Don't worry," he said softly. "No matter what else, we have love. Always love.
~ P.C. Cast
I expect I shall feel better after tea.
~ P.G. Wodehouse
The cup of tea on arrival at a country house is a thing which, as a rule, I particularly enjoy. I like the crackling logs, the shaded lights, the scent of buttered toast, the general atmosphere of leisured cosiness.
~ P.G. Wodehouse
A chap's bedroom – you can't get way from it – is his castle, and he has every right to look askance if gargoyles come glaring in at him.
~ P.G. Wodehouse
More and more clearly as the scones disappeared into his interior he saw that what the sensible man wanted was a wife and a home with scones like these always at his diposal.
~ P.G. Wodehouse
You go away and have a nice cup of hot tea,' said the agent, soothingly, 'and you'll be as right as anything in the morning.
~ P.G. Wodehouse
The snail was on the wing and the lark on the thorn - or, rather, the other way around - and God was in His heaven and all right with the world. And presently the eyes closed, the muscles relaxed, the breathing became soft and regular, and sleep, which does something which has slipped my mind to the something sleeve of care, poured over me in a healing wave.
~ P.G. Wodehouse
He put the good old cup of tea softly on the table by my bed, and I took a refreshing sip. Just right, as usual. Not too hot, not too sweet, not to weak, not too strong, not too much milk, and not a drop spilled in the saucer. A most amazing cove, Jeeves. So dashed competent in every respect.
~ P.G. Wodehouse
She fitted into my biggest arm-chair as if it had been built round her by someone who knew they were wearing arm-chairs tight about the hips that season. She had
~ P.G. Wodehouse
Much has been written on the subject of bed-books. The general consensus of opinion is that a gentle, slow-moving story makes the best opiate
~ P.G. Wodehouse
Fond as he was of Pongo, Lord Ickenham could not see him as a breaker of hearts. Yet it appeared plain that his loss had left a large gap in this girl's life.
~ P.G. Wodehouse
She fitted into my biggest arm-chair as if it had been built round her by someone who knew they were wearing arm-chairs tight about the hips that season.
~ P.G. Wodehouse
Nature seems to unbutton its waistcoat and put its feet up.
~ P.G. Wodehouse
Cosy Moments cannot be muzzled!
~ P.G. Wodehouse
As two-seaters go, I had always found mine fairly comfortable, but then I had never before tried to get the eight hours in it, and you would be surprised at the number of knobs and protuberances which seem suddenly to sprout out of a car's upholstery when you seek to convert it into a bed.
~ P.G. Wodehouse
He was as completely happy as only a fluffy-minded old man with excellent health and a large income can be.
~ P.G. Wodehouse
He put the good old cup of tea softly on the table by my bed, and I took a refreshing sip. Just right, as usual. Not too hot, not too sweet, not too weak
~ P.G. Wodehouse
After all, what could be pleasanter than a little literature in the small hours?
~ P.G. Wodehouse
I love little pussy; her coat is so warm; And if I don't hurt her, she'll do me no harm;
~ P.G. Wodehouse
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness
~ Pablo Neruda
Give me your hand out of the depths sown by your sorrows.
~ Pablo Neruda
Y es esta la moral de mi Oda: Dos veces es belleza la belleza, y lo que es bueno es doblemente bueno, cuando se trata de dos calcetines de lana en el invierno.
~ Pablo Neruda