Quotes About Comfort

At the top of the iron staircase leading to the stage, the good, dry, dusty warmth wraps me round like a comfortable dirty cloak.

Rien d'ailleurs ne rassure autant qu'un masque.

Today, I dressed my wound, and nursed my hurt in a sheltered place.

kneeling, swaying, or sitting in a cross-legged position are believed to have evolved to prevent falling asleep. You should be comfortable and relaxed.

A chicken in every pot and a car in every garage

I would like, at the end, to be able to see the tree outside the bedroom window, to sit or lie on the flower-filled sun porch, ... to feel that the children and friends, if they wanted to visit, could come to the place of beauty that [we] had shaped.

It comforted him because it could not be called suffering if it was a sign of Art.

She stroked my hair. Sweet, damp sounds + smells from the ground. Clusters of clouds against the unwrinkled sky. She must have thought my tears were of pain.

Sun stain on blanket on my feet. Pleasant then clammy. I smell.

Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.

within weeks, you can run up and down easily, your feet knowing exactly where to go. But only in your own house. On another man's steps, look out.

So where are you living now?' Danton inquired. 'On the rue Saintonge in the Marais.' 'Comfortable?' Robespierre didn't reply. He couldn't think what Danton's standard of comfort might be, so anything he said wouldn't mean much. Scruples like this were always tripping him up, in the simplest conversations

my great-aunts and uncles died in wards like those. Wrapping and muffling themselves, gazing at the long windows streaming rain, visitors would tell the patient: 'You're in the best place.

Maxi dresses are also my best friend. They take me from my morning coffee, to the beach, to nighttime.

Amy Weitz had said that the dead seem to hang around for a while, as if to guide and comfort us, and then slowly disappear into an unapproachable distance. How did we let them go?

Cure sometimes, treat often and comfort always.

You don´t need a reason to cry. All you need to feel the warmth that dwells in your chest.

Bury the pain of losing your loved ones... into the arms of your friends.

And I remember this man who never ran out of poems telling me once that 'knowing a book by heart is like carrying a house inside your chest.

knowing a book by heart is like carrying a house inside your chest.

And I remember this man who never ran out of poems telling me once that knowing a book by heart is like carrying a house inside your chest.

I need you to be happy. I need one of us to be happy.

And if it stings a little that he admires me primarily for my ruthlessness, well, I suppose there should be some comfort that he admires me at all.

Cardan's fingers dig into my back. He's trembling, and whether it is from ebbing magic or horror, I am not sure. But he holds me as though I am the only solid thing in the world.