Quotes About Comfort

As long as we have books, we are not alone.

For me, books have always been a way to feel less alone while being alone.

... the food was good solid stuff for a cold morning, all calories and fat and protein and maybe a vitamin crying softly because it was all alone.

When I'm all alone and I'm by myself, little Peter keeps me company.

and sadness clung to mebecause she did not knowhow to be alone.

Darkness was my best friend and loneliness my soulmate.

the comfort of reclusion, the poetry of hibernation

The world in general doesn't know what to make of originality; it is startled out of its comfortable habits of thought, and its first reaction is one of anger.

Cecelia, as with every look and gesture she let us know, was entirely at ease only in the company of her equals—a company that included, besides herself, only her sister. And of course Cecelia held some secret doubts about herself; you can't dislike nearly everybody and be quite certain that you have exempted yourself.

And there was a perfectly lovely room called the Browsing Room, with shelf upon shelf of books, and several tall windows looking out into the trees, and easy chairs with reading lamps, and sofas. It was far and away the finest, most comfortable room I had ever seen in my life, and I loved to sit in it.

Books were a dependable pleasure.

Before he started to school he knew this farm as he knew the inside of his clothes.

But as much as we would rather enjoy the comfort of belief, to live in the adventure of the question is richer, better and, frankly, a great deal more fun.

I have an affection for those transitional seasons, the way they take the edge off the intense cold of winter, or heat of summer.

S___ likes being around other people; she just isn't particularly comfortable talking to them. She supposes that she is some variety of voyeur, enjoying the spectacle, breathing in the atmosphere, while experiencing uneasiness when asked to become part of it. None of this makes her unhappy. The life of a wallflower, she often thinks, is not such a terrible life.

Then she looked at his eyes and her panic smoothed away. With those eyes watching over her she was never to feel frightened again, not until the very end and that was a long time away. Going into his love was like going into a castle, a thick-walled place. A safe place where no one else could enter. The first feeling of it was so strong that she could only stand quietly and let the warmth wrap her.

move him into the sun- gently its touch awoke him once

If it's any comfort to you, collar me again. You don't in the least know how to do it; but I'll overlook your awkwardness in consideration of your feelings.

At any time, and under any circumstances of human interest, is it not strange to see how little real hold the objects of the natural world amid which we live can gain on our hearts and minds? We go to Nature for comfort in trouble, and sympathy in joy, only in books. Admiration of those beauties of the inanimate world, which modern poetry so largely and so eloquently describes, is not, even in the best of us, one of the original instincts of our nature.

Leave me my delusion, dearest! I must have that to cherish, and to comfort me, if I have nothing else!

That detestable product of the folly of our fore-fathers—a feather-bed.

In my ordinary evening costume I took up the room of three men at least. In my present dress, when it was held close about me, no man could have passed through the narrowest spaces more easily than I.

A good local pub has much in common with a church, except that a pub is warmer, and there's more conversation.

O! he give to us his Joy That our grief he may destroy; Till our grief is fled and gone He doth sit by us and moan.