Quotes About Comfort

I wondered how it would feel to be touched and not be afraid.

I think home is the most beautiful word in the world—no matter what language one speaks.

Night. Heavenly delicious sweet night of the desert that calls all of us to love her. The night is our comfort with her coolness and darkness. On wings, on feet, on our bellies, out we all come to glory in the night.

Past all the silliness of youth -- with its insecurities, cheap thrills, and ill-fitting identities -- lies the snug comfort of age.

But grief is also a tonic. It is a healing elixir, made of tears that lubricate the heart.

Through the repeated hammer blows of defeat, destruction, and deportation, interpreted by the faithful prophets, Israel has to learn that election is not for comfort and security but for suffering and humiliation.

We are safer with Him in the dark than without Him in the sunshine.

It is such a comfort to drop the entanglements and perplexities of life into God's hands and leave them there.

whatever stream their weeping willow is planted beside. Samuel Dickey Gordon When from my life the old-time joys have vanished,

Each of these is an emblem of the soul which Jesus visits, to whom He speaks peace,

Comfort your heart with the fact that the Savior has Himself experienced all the trials He asks you to endure; He would not ask you to pass through them unless He was sure that the paths were not too difficult or strenuous for you

Drinks were a lot like books, really: it didn't matter where you were, the contents of a vodka tonic were always more or less the same, and you could count on them to take you away to somewhere better or at least make your present arrangements seem more manageable.

It was a bookstore, and he felt at home in bookstores, and he hadn't had that feeling much lately. He was going to enjoy it. He pushed his way back through the racks of greeting cards and cat calendars, back to where the actual books were, his glasses steaming up and his coat dripping on the thin carpet. It didn't matter where you were, if you were in a room full of books you were at least halfway home.

Everything will be all right, She seemed to say, and whatever is not, we will mourn.

It didn't matter where you were, if you were in a room full of books you were at least halfway home. The

They were sitting on the floor in the library. It was too hot for chairs.

She was too tired to feel anything more, she wanted a book to do to her what books did: take away the world, slide it aside for a little bit, and let her please, please just be somewhere and somebody else.

She was too tired to feel anything more, she wanted a book to do to her what books did: take away the world, slide it aside for a little bit, and let her please, please, just be somewhere else and somebody else.

It didn't matter where you were, if you were in a room full of books you were at least half-way home

His only thought now was the question in what way he could best, with most propriety and comfort for himself, and consequently, with most justice, shake off the mud with which she had splattered him in her fall, and then proceed along his path of active, honourable, and useful existence.

Funny that a pair of really nice shoes make us feel good in our heads — at the extreme opposite end of our bodies.

I personally have always found the Unitarian faith a source of comfort and help in my daily life.

Some men are born husbands; they have a passion for domesticity, for a fireside, for a home. Yet, curiously, these men very rarely stay at home. Apparently what they want is to have a place to get away from.

If you pour some music on whatever's wrong, it'll sure help out.