Quotes About Comfort

Overall, books and art were a safer escape from reality than sleep.

returns to the warmth of the bed, the resented comfort of sleep.

I'm probably getting too familiar with him, but there's something about him that makes me feel like I would tell him anything. He asks these incredibly direct questions, things that some of my closest friends have never even thought to ask, and I'm inexplicably compelled to share all these deeply personal thoughts. He's like human Xanax or something.

I slide down between the sheets beside him, like a secret letter slipped into the safety of an envelope. And dream of ancient places, where everyone is young.

T.J. is addicted to ever new forms of comfort while oblivious to the need they might reveal;

You have anxiety?" "No. But I told them I did and they said I could bring my dog.

cats stretched out in puddles of sunshine;

It should be you missing and Ellie eating beans on toast.

A hug is not always the right answer, you know. But as she felt his arms around her, his warm breath against the crown of her head, she thought that it might not be an answer, but it was certainly better than yet another question.

He scoops up the gigantic cat and rests it on his lap. "This is Dick. I call him that because it was the only way I could make sure I got some.

a pot of tea on the coffee table.

Please don't be sorry. Please just cry for as long as you need to cry.

He'd cried and buried his wet face in her shoulder and told her that he was not worthy, that she could leave him, that he wouldn't blame her, that this was not what she'd signed up for, less than she deserved. She had stroked his hair and soothed him and told him that she was not with him for his money, that she was with him because she loved him. She loved him. She loved him.

her heart suddenly expands and contracts with the knowledge that this boy is a part of her and that he loves her, that he is not seeking out his mother, he is content for her to come to him in the dark of night to comfort him.

She wants to stay in here. It's warm and it's safe. She feels protected from the strangeness of the evening, from the terrible energy in the air.

Parents, melody realized, were the linchpin of normality, even when they were far from normal themselves. Parents, even distracted, slightly ambivalent parents, acted as a kind of strainer through which life got poured. They were there, in essence, to catch the lumpy bits. Without a parent, life felt oblique and directionless. Without a parent, the world was too close for comfort

Business-class travel. If you haven't done it, then you can only imagine it. And once you have done it, you can never unimagine it – you are ruined for life. It is probably the single greatest reason to be wealthy that there is.

What happened to your stammer?" "I suppose I must feel comfortable with you. I tend to stammer less with certain people." "No one's ever told me that I'm a comfortable sort. I'm sure I don't like it. I'll have to do something diabolical soon to correct your impression.

Sleep, my love," He whispered, smoothing her long hair, lifting the damp locks away from the back of her neck. "I'll be here to watch over you." "You sleep too," she said groggily, her hand creeping to the center of his chest. "No." McKenna smiled and pressed a soft kiss against her temple. His voice was husky with wonder. "Not when staying awake is better than anything I could find in a dream.

Rest against my heart. Let me watch over your dreams. And know that tomorrow morning, and every morning after that, you'll awaken next to someone who loves you.

Some things are better when it's raining. Like reading. Or sleeping. Or this." "Lying in bed with me?

It's me, love," he said softly. "Everything's all right." Daisy managed to whisper through dry lips. "If you're a ghost...I hope you haunt me forever." Matthew sat on the floor and reached for her cold hands. "Would a ghost use the door?" he asked gently, bringing her fingers to his scratched, battered face.

Friends are the support bras of life.

You look like a little girl when you sleep," he murmured. "It makes me want to guard you every minute.