Quotes About Comfort

She's all right now. We just want to get her

put an arm around her shoulders as they walked

here." "Yeah," she said, as tears rolled down her cheeks again, "and you love Liz too. I could see it." She started to sob then and buried her face in his

She didn't have an uncomfortable moment

blanket and asked Julie if

you can take this mouth this wound you want but you can't kiss and make it better.

All the black leather she needs is the E-Z boy recliner where her love is parked with one of his hands wrapped around a remote, the other, a bottle of beer. She's right. It's kinky. The way he doesn't look away from the TV, as her head bobs in his lap like a fisherman's float on a nature program, hectic with the pace his breath sets. His crotch swells under her mouth's prowess. He's such a sweetheart he waits until the commercials to come.

I know that no matter how lonely I get, I'll never be truly alone again. Our loved ones don't leave us. They just move out of sight for a while, and wait...in the shades.

Listen, darling, tomorrow I'll buy you a whole lot of detective stories, but don't worry your pretty little head over mysteries tonight.

The best baby-sitters, of course, are the baby's grandparents. You feel completely comfortable entrusting your baby to them for long periods, which is why most grandparents flee to Florida.

They feed you, like, eight times a day, which is why cruise people always look like hairless water buffalo wearing sneakers.

Now, if Richard Nixon had claimed something like that you would at least have had the comfort of knowing he was lying. You could trust Nixon that way.

FATHER: What's the matter, Son? SON (bursting into tears): Oh Dad, I struck out and lost the big game. (Sobs.) FATHER (putting his arm around the boy's shoulders): Hey! Forget it! Let's have a nice cold can of Bite the Wax Tadpole! SON: And then I murdered a policeman.

How had this happened? Everyone in the world knew more than us, about everything, and this I hated then found hugely comforting.

But what I really want is to just swim around in a warm baby pool of these friends, jump in their dry leaf pile-to rub them all over myself, without words and clothes.

In hospitals I feel palpable comfort. I feel the competence, the expertise, so much education and money, all of the supplies sterile, everything packaged, sealed tight. My fears evaporate when the automatic doors shush open.

She was done, gone. She had been comfortable, and comfort is the death of the soul, which is by nature searching, insistent, unsatisfied. This dissatisfaction drives the soul to leave, to get lost, to be lost, to struggle and adapt. And adaptation is growth, and growth is life. A human's choice is either to see new things, mountains, waterfalls, deadly storms and seas and volcanoes, or to see the same man-made things endlessly reconfigured.

But it felt good to cry, to let her shoulders shake, to feel the hot tears on her face, to taste their baby salt, to wipe snot all over the underside of her shirt.

Hand and I needed pants, pants to end all pants—warm and cool, breathing and trapping in, full of pockets.

We gravitate toward comfort, Josie thought, but it must be rationed. Give us one-third comfort and two-thirds chaos—that is balance.

I rested my head deeper into the terrycloth and closed my eyes. Only on sand like this did I ever feel like I could sleep forever, did I feel that sleep could be a destination. The comfort was limitless and I knew I was mouthing the words Fantastic, so good, fantastic , so good but couldn't help it.

Nothing in the world sounds worst than that, to be here and safe.

Hours later, the cat was asleep, and Erin lay next to it, her eyes half-closed. There was purring. I felt content. Why does it give so much comfort to be responsible for someone's sleep? We all — don't we? — want creatures sleeping in our homes while we walk about, turning off lights.

What should I get from books?" Alcide asked in French. That you are not alone — even along this broken tractor road. You need to know nothing else," my father answered in French.