Quotes About Comfort

She lifted the book to her nose. A book had a smell more soothing than any of Mrs. Hawkins's herbs. There was nothing like a good story to take her out of a world she didn't much like.

No temas, porque yo estoy contigo; no desmayes, porque yo soy tu Dios que te esfuerzo; siempre te ayudaré, siempre te sustentaré con la diestra de mi justicia.

His eye is on the sparrowAnd I know He watches me.

Being with him is like slipping on her favourite fleecy dressing gown and she worries that if she takes it off, she'll be cold and naked and vulnerable

Since the accident Olivia prefers the company of horses to people. Solid, dependable and comforting. They don't let you down, or judge you, or get angry with you, or manipulative. They don't answer back or hurl cruel words at you or trick you into doing something you aren't comfortable with. You know where you are with them.

Ever cried when you don't know what you're crying about? It's intense, and it's miserable, but oddly soothing at the same time. You're curled up in your bed, huddled under the duvet, and you're silently sobbing in the safety of your cocoon. That's

She puts her arm around me. 'You're just too young to understand.' As soon as she says this, I realise she is just like everyone else, and wish I was back at home so that all the things I do not understand could be the same as they always are.

Happily for you, dear girl, that isn't the case here. You're perfectly safe. I might hurt you—no, let me amend that, I'm definitely going to hurt you, but I would never harm you." Jaime

My mother told me early that whatever happens to you, however unhappy you may be, you can escape into a book.

Setback is like Grandma's muffins.

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A man's home may be his castle on the outside; inside, it is more often his nursery.

A man's home may seem to be his castle on the outside inside is more often his nursery.

A man's home may seem to be his castle on the outside; inside, it is more often his nursery.

Money can't buy happiness, but it can make you awfully comfortable while you're being miserable.

We sit together in silence for a while. This is what I have always liked about James. We can make a good silence together. There's something between us that doesn't need words or actions. It settles around us and I can feel it now, hovering gently, ready to wrap me in its nebulous folds, like a delicate lace shawl. I want it to be like this always, something inside us meeting and holding hands, something calm and soothing and healing.

Estou tão assustada que só poderei aceitar que me perdi se imaginar que alguém me está dando a mão.

I'm so frightened that I shall be able to accept the notion that I have lost myself only if I imagine that someone is holding my hand.

Cerra as janelas do quarto — não ver, não ouvir, não sentir. Na cama silenciosa, flutuante na escuridão, aconchega-se como no ventre perdido e esquece. Tudo é vago, leve e mudo.

But now I want to say things that comfort me and that are a little free. For example: Thursdat is a day transparent as an insect's wing in the light. Just as Monday is a compact day. Ultimately, far beyond thought, I live from these ideas, if ideas is what they are. They are sensations that transform into ideas because I must use words. Even just using them mentally. The primary thought thinks with words.

I can feel myself holding a child, thought Joanna. Sleep, my child, sleep, I tell you. The child is warm and I am sad.

No, she didn't want to be happy. For fear of entering an unknown world. She preferred the mediocrity of a life she knew. Then she tried to laugh to disguise the terrible and fatal choice.

Holding someone's hand was always my idea of joy.

One night, I'd only just lain down," she told him, "when one of the legs of the bed collapsed throwing me to the ground. After an irate movement, because I wasn't at least sleepy enough to go without comfort, I suddenly thought: why a whole bed and not a broken one? I lay down and was soon asleep...