Quotes About Comfort

Charlotte misses her books. Her familiar walls, lined with language.

She patted Edward's arm. 'You'd be uncomfortable being comfortable, wouldn't you?

Helen racked her brains. Advice? Surely they needed advice? Of course they needed advice; she reviewed, in a flash, the whole unsatisfactory condition of Greystones, of her state of mind, of life itself. How can we stop the drain flooding whenever it rains? Why do I have to feel guilty because my mother has died? How can I achieve a comforting complacency?

James would have liked to contribute comfort of some kind, but he only had a gob-stopper in his pocket, coated with fluff, which seemed an inadequate offering.

Helen read a great deal. The feel of a book in her hands was an ancient solace -- not, originally, because of what lay between the covers but as a screen, a defence, a shield.

to Rochelle. Twyla was worried.

So we may use our books to form a barricade against the world, interweaving their words with our own to ward off the heat of the day.

pot roast. It could be reheated. It might taste like a sneaker, but it would be warm.

The seamen had whitewashed the smoky ceilings of the ward, and that dear homely smell carried the vividness of thatch and lumpy walls and stew given from the goodness of a stranger's heart. But that was all there was of comfort, and the salt air had turned from cold to warm in the passing of a life, an afternoon.

It made me comfortable. It was a house where you could put your feet up and drink French champagne or Ballarat Bitter according to your mood.

Maybe it's a kind of freedom too. To stay home.

When you ask them what's wrong with the world, they never say there is not enough religion. They say there is not enough peace, prosperity, security, comfort, health care, or environmental responsibility. In other words, not enough human control over nature and human nature.

There is little passion for anything except pleasure and comfort and security. Indeed, passion is confused with fanaticism.

As Francis Thompson wrote in his classic poem "The Hound of Heaven," "Is my gloom, after all, shade of His hand outstretched caressingly?

I felt Aly's head settling into my chest, her arms wrapping around my waist. Hug her back, a voice screamed inside my head. But that was ridiculous.

installed central air conditioning, bought big refrigerator/

In the Netherlands, a nationwide government-commissioned study found that 'many patients want an assurance that their doctor will assist them to die should suffering become unbearable'. Often, having received this assurance, no request for euthanasia eventuated. The availability of euthanasia brought comfort without euthanasia having to be provided.

Yes, he admitted to himself for the thousandth time, he did like it here. It went against his principles and his politics and probably the puritanism of his long-vanished religion too, but Sears's library – Sears's whole splendid house – was a place where a man felt at ease.

Fear can keep you up all night, but faith makes one fine pillow.

When love takes you by the hand and leaves you better, that is home. That's the place to stake your claim and build your life.

Sam's heart felt as if it were being licked by a cat.

What a great burden, the luxury of the way we live. Since no one makes suffer we have elected to volunteer.

It's easy for you people here; you live a safe, purposeless life, nothing to do, nothing to worry about.

It would be nice to live in the world of tomorrow. With robots and rocket ships to do all the work. You could just sit back and take it easy. No worries, no cares. No frustrations.