Quotes About Comfort

I might never be cold again.

My primary motivation for writing is to communicate my perceptions and insights into the human condition, in a way that may provide understanding, comfort, and company to others.

The books are real friends. Add them to the list of your best friends. They can be with us all time (happiness, sorrows, healthy, unhealthy, poor, wealthy, well salaried, jobless etc.. ). So keep them first name on your list. Even though I use them while in hospital beds only, they inspiring me.. inspiring only.

Religion stabilizes us and reassures us. Revelation destabilizes and disturbs us.

When it comes to books...They're like lifelong friends to me; I need to know they're there, even if I don't check in with them on a regular basis.

When they did "Best Sandwich" it turned the room friendly from strange and they could breathe each other's breath in and out and in and out till they heard at last their mother's key in the big front door.

There is still, I think, not enough recognition by teachers of the fact that the desire to think--which is fundamentally a moral problem--must be induced before the power is developed. Most people, whether men or women, wish above all else to be comfortable, and thought is a pre-eminently uncomfortable process.

It seems delightfully incongruous,' he wrote from Armentie'res, 'that there should be good shops and fine buildings and comfortable beds less than half an hour's walk from the trenches

There is still, I think, not enough recognition by teachers of the fact that the desire to think - which is fundamentally a moral problem - must be induced before the power is developed. Most people, whether men or women, wish above all else to be comfortable, and thought is a pre-eminently uncomfortable process; it brings to the individual far more suffering than happiness in a semi-civilised world which still

Snowflakes swirl down gently in the deep blue haze beyond the window. The outside world is a dream. Inside, the fireplace is brightly lit, and the Yule log crackles with orange and crimson sparks. There's a steaming mug in your hands, warming your fingers. There's a friend seated across from you in the cozy chair, warming your heart. There is mystery unfolding.

When tough times come, it is particularly important to offset them with much gentle softness. Be a pillow.

Home is) a place we carry inside ourselves, a place where we welcome the unfamiliar because we know that as time passes it will become the very bedrock of our being.

Home is where the heart can laugh without shyness. Home is where the heart's tears can dry at their own pace.

Living in a fairly remote village one soon learns to accept that having a roof, a fire, some warm clothes and enough to eat are really the only material essentials for a comfortable life.

All evil and good is petty before Nature. Personally, we take comfort from this, that there is a universe to admire that cannot be twisted to villainy or good, but which simply is.

Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.

He slides his hand over my cheek, one finger anchored behind my ear. Then he tilts his head down and kisses me, sending a warm ache through my body. I wrap my hands around his arm, holding him there as long as I can. When he touches me, the hollowed-out feeling in my chest and stomach is not as noticeable.

La humanidad, que desprecia la salud mientras la posee, guarda su fe más ciega para los que la consuelan y entretienen en la gran cobardía de la dolencia

I'd rather wear bare skin than raw silk any day.

A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.

A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.

Méfie-toi, Artémitch, du confort bureaucratique, C'est de la vase; on s'y noie.

It wasn't as if she was terrified of heights, she simply preferred to be closer to solid ground, where words like plummet and plunge did not linger in her mind.

When I told my children, the three of us hugged in a circle, burst into tears. As if the tears were already there crying on their own and we, the newly bereaved, exploded into them.