Quotes About Comfort

Let the wind of God's comforting, guiding Spirit life you above temporary problems. With His help, you can soar to new heights of maturity and confidence.

When we're afraid, our Father spots us and makes sure we can lift the load we're carrying. He grips our hand and helps us push through whatever we face. Because God is with us, we have nothing to fear.

There are a number of smells I've loved in my lifetime, but few can compare with the smell of a bookstore.

She was classic Wyoming, that indiscriminate age between thirty and a hundred where the women find a comfort for themselves and just settle in.

My eyes closed again for what I thought was only a moment and when I opened them she was gone and a different head, panting with a different sort of breath and with a worried look on his long face, was hanging over me. Unsure, he slathered a lick on the side of my head with a tongue as wide as a paperback, correct in the belief that a good kiss made everything better—well, almost everything.

Combining the gait of a fine horse, the comfort of your favorite Indian blanket, and the ease of a well-worn saddle, Mark Langley's Path of the Dead is one heck of a debut novel coming out of the gate. —Craig Johnson, author of the Walt Longmire Mysteries, the basis for the Netflix drama Longmire.

I've always been taught that religion is supposed to be a comfort to people, not a threat. I think these people have perverted something that's supposed to be holy and turned it into a weapon.

Right. I guess it must be comforting to actually believe in God and Jesus and all that. It must fill in all that space so you don't have to worry about it anymore. But it's a bit like closing a door when there's a cold draft, isn't it? It's still cold out there, it's just that you don't notice anymore because you're warm.

Listen to God with a broken heart. He is not only the doctor who mends it, but also the father who wipes away the tears.

For me, the sea was a great comfort, Pilar. But it made my children restless. It exists now so we can call and wave from opposite shores.

Contigo la milpa es rancho y el atole champurrado.

Con el pésame más profundo y las bendiciones de Dios por la pérdida de alguien tan querido

All we wanted was the simplest things: to eat good food, to sleep at night, to smile, to laugh, to be well.

TWO THINGS HAVE ALWAYS SAVED MY LIFE: READING and singing. Books and music have comforted me, informed me, helped me define myself. It's impossible to overstate their importance to my mental health, spiritual sustenance, and survival on the planet.

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what remains with me vividly to this day is my recollection of a circle of light that shone out from Rafe and enfolded us both, and the deep sense of comfort and familiarity between us, as if we had somehow always known each other and were merely resuming a conversation that had gone on from eternity.

She was so much better at being alone; being alone came more naturally to her. She led a life of deliberate solitude, and if occasional loneliness crept in, she knew how to work her way out of that particular divot. Or even better, how to sink in and absorb its particular comforts.

His love for her was quiet and constant, familiar and soothing; it was almost its own thing entirely, like a worn rock or a set of worry beads, something he'd pick up and weigh in his palm occasionally, more comforting than dispiriting.

Accommodation. A different and sturdier kind of nest. AS

They'd fallen into their old ways, accusatory and evasive, which was reassuring in a perverted way. Leo understood the nasty pull of the regrettable familiar, how the old grooves could be so much more satisfying than the looming unknown. It's addicts stayed addicts.

I'm curious," he said, "is telling someone to relax ever helpful? It's like saying 'breathe' to someone who is hyperventilating or 'swallow' to a person who's choking. It's a completely useless admonition." "I

She was so much better at being alone; being alone came more naturally to her. She led a life of deliberate solitude, and if occasional loneliness crept in, she knew how to work her way out … Or even better, how to sink in and absorb its particular comforts.

she understood he was lonely and that their ritual comforted him, connected the noises of her life with the silence of his

He missed Stephanie, the ease between them, her solid and comforting presence. Sitting across from him, in the light of the fire, she blazed with health and well-being and good humor. "I