Quotes About Comfort

But the place which you have selected for your camp, though never so rough and grim, begins at once to have its attractions, and becomes a very centre of civilization to you: "Home is home, be it never so homely."

They [wood stumps] warmed me twice—once while I was splitting them, and again when they were on the fire.

The animal merely makes a bed, which he warms with his body in a sheltered place; but man, having discovered fire, boxes up some air in a spacious apartment, and warms that, instead of robbing himself, makes that his bed, in which he can move about divested of more cumbrous clothing, maintain a kind of summer in the midst of winter, and by means of windows even admit the light and with a lamp lengthen out the day.

I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.

No acquisitions of guilt can compensate the loss of that solid inward comfort of mind, which is the sure companion of innocence and virtue; nor can in the least balance the evil of that horror and anxiety which, in their room, guilt introduces into our bosoms.

Abide with me: fast falls the eventide;The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide:When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.

The wrong place to start is to hire familiar people who are in your comfort zone—good buddies, but not the best in their skill set. Such people are difficult to fire and hard to manage.

A large part of altruism, even when it is perfectly honest, is grounded upon the fact that it is uncomfortable to have unhappy people about one

There are two things in life that a sage must preserve at every sacrifice, the coats of his stomach and the enamel of his teeth. Some evils admit of consolations, but there are no comforters for dyspepsia and the toothache.

I situate myself, and seat myself, And where you recline I shall recline, For every armchair belonging to you as good as belongs to me. I loaf and curl up my tail I yawn and loaf at my ease after rolling in the catnip patch." (From Meow of Myself, from LEAVES OF CATNIP )

Every baby needs a lap.

So I'm more at home with my backpack, sleeping in a hotel room or on a bus or on an airplane, than I am necessarily on a bed. It's weird being here. It feels like I'm standing next to my real life.

Books are both our luxuries and our daily bread.

Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.

I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighbourhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.

Books are not made for furniture,but there is nothing else that so beautifully furnishes a house.

A book is good company. It is full of conversation without loquacity. It comes to your longing with full instruction, but pursues you never.

God is not so busy that he overlooks you.

Levin scowled. The humiliation of his rejection stung him to the heart, as though it were a fresh wound he had only just received. But he was at home, and at home the very walls are a support.

Rostov was not listening to the soldier. He looked at the snowflakes dancing above the fire and remembered the Russian winter with a warm, bright house, a fluffy fur coat, swift sleighs, a healthy body, and all the love and care of a family. "And why did I come here?" he wondered.

I assure you that I sleep anywhere, and always like a dormouse.

Book is a nice companion

Nikolushka and his upbringing, Andre, and religion were Princess Marya's comforts and joys; but, besides that, since every human being needs his personal hope, Princess Marya had in the deepest recesses of her soul a hidden dream and hope, which provided the main comfort of her life.