Quotes About Comfort

Before they slept, Lily felt Cade's hand slide to her side and test her growing roundness. Sleepily, she murmured, He is larger than Roy at this stage, I think. I am getting fat already. You'll never be fat. You are beautiful. I want to hold both of you. Cade adjusted her so she lay contentedly against his side. He had called her beautiful. No one had ever called her that before. Smiling, Lily finally drifted off to sleep. Cade

I shall want heaps and heaps of tea. The blow has driven me to drink.

East, west, home's best.' The words rang in his mind. There wasn't any place like the one where the world had come alive to you, where you knew every stick and stone, every man, woman and child, where you could look around you and know that the men of your blood had had their

And if you, Miss Hilary, could blow up that fire and put on a kettle, we will make her a nice cup of tea. In fact I think we all should all be the better of a nice cup of tea.

How comfortable to be dead and buried, with your virtues proclaimed upon the headstone of a nicely tended grave and all your faults forgotten.

I fear that many people seek to hear God solely as a device for obtaining their own safety, comfort and sense of being righteous. For those who busy themselves to know the will of God, however, it is still true that "those who want to save their life will lose it" (Mt 16:25).

This present world is a perfectly safe place for us to be." That certainly is what Jesus, and the Bible as a whole, has to say to us. "Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever" (Ps 23).

I remember a time I went to him with a more personal problem: "Hey Dallas, my heart is breaking, I can't fix it, I don't understand it, and I'm sadder than I've ever been in my life." There was a long pause. With Dallas there's always a long pause. And then he said, "This will be a test of your joyful confidence in God.

However, it is not the immediacy of such experiences that tells us that it is the Spirit of God in Christ by whom we are being formed. Rather, the proof, if not the comfort, lies in the person we become and the deeds that flow from us. The tree is known by its fruit.

The world is a perfectly good and safe place to be. —DALLAS WILLARD

Tension is living in the gap between certainty and uncertainty. We always begin with what we know, and are irresistibly drawn to what we don't know. We are inveterately curious. We are wired to grow, and all growth stretches us beyond our comfort level. Comfort is the absence of tension; growth requires a swim in murky, dangerous waters... Tension is the medium which we breathe everyday.

The absence of tumult, more than its presence, is an enemy of the soul. God meets you in your weakness, not in your strength. He comforts those who mourn, not those who live above desperation. He reveals Himself more often in darkness than in the happy moments of life.

You can't jump for the stars if your feet hurt. And when you get where you're going, you darn well better look great!

God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? —NIETZSCHE

Köves always found it ironic that humans, despite being God's most sublime creation, were still just animals at the core, their behavior driven to a great extent by a quest for creature comforts. We comfort our physical bodies in hopes our souls will follow.

We comfort our physical bodies in hopes our souls will follow

As Langdon entered the kitchen, he felt much steadier on his feet. He was wearing the neighbor's Brioni suit, which fit remarkably well. Even the loafers were comfortable, and Langdon made a mental note to switch to Italian footwear when he got home.

You can't jump for the stars if your feet hurt, her aunt had once told her. And when you get where you're going, you darn well better look great!

It feels nice to be comfortable, but if we're comfortable all the time, we miss out on the chance to stretch and grow.

David cannot recall being hugged, kissed, or told he was loved by his parents. The only physical comfort he had was from "Mammy," an African-American housekeeper who recognized David's needs and provided solace. On Saturdays she'd take him to a movie, where she was allowed to sit with him in the whites' section. He is convinced that, "If I hadn't had Mammy, I would have been in much worse shape.

If there is a God, I thought, it's a painkiller.

Her head was on my shoulder and her breathing was so deep and regular that I thought her to be asleep. I was almost asleep myself when her warm hand slid up my leg and lightly cupped me. I was startled even as I began to stir and stiffen. Siri whispered an answer to my unasked question. "No, Merin, one is never really too old. At least not too old to want the warmth and closeness. You decide, my love. I will be content either way." I

Colonel Kassad stepped closer and laid long fingers on the poet's shoulder. For a few seconds the room seemed warmed by the mere fact of human contact.

He wished he were home in Charleston, listening to the Dave Brubeck Quartet on the stereo and reading Bruce Catton.