Quotes About Comfort

Money, if it does not bring you happiness, will at least help you to miserable in comfort.

Charles Dickens once said that "Home" is simply a name, a word, but it's a strong one; stronger than any magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration. And when I saw Blake again after we thought he'd died, as I held his son's hand in that hospital room, I finally understood how, sometimes, "Home" is not a place. It's a person . . .

The familiarity of home always outweighed the danger. Deadly mistake, that.

She prefers to just return home to a sparkling-clean house and believe the house fairies have been there. That's what her mom always called the cleaning service when Daisy was little. House fairies.

Her office is similarly designed. Ordered yet comfortable. A safe and sheltering space. Like the name of her business, Oak Tree Therapy, signifying a solid yet growing organism that can endure the pressures of time, something with deep roots.

He wasn't doing anything fancy; he just seemed wholly at home in his skin.

But unlike neurosurgeons, we gravitate toward the sensitive area, pressing delicately on it, even if it makes the patient feel uncomfortable.

John lowers himself onto the couch, kicks off his shoes, then stretches out, lies down, and adjusts his head on the pillows. Usually he sits cross-legged on the sofa, so this is a first. I notice, too, that there's no food today. "Okay, you win," he begins with a sigh. "Win what?" I ask. "The pleasure of my company," he deadpans. I raise my eyebrows.

I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you. Namast'ay in Bed . . . that's exactly how I feel!

Lost people are different. They will drive around in the same circle over and over rather than try a new path. Their fear of getting more lost paralyzes them into staying lost in the area that's just become familiar. It supersedes their ability to chart a new course. They circle and backtrack and stay comfortably lost because it's less scary than seeing something different than what's presently in front of them.

To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star contained the soul of a girl or boy who had died too young, and the light the stars gave off was their brightness.

We may have to face God's truth about our pain--it is real, but we must be careful not to get God and life mixed up. God does not cause the pain and sorrow. He suffers with us and desires to comfort us as only he can.

Familiarity, not survival, is the strongest drive in human beings.

When she doesn't want to think about something sad or hurtful, she does what she instructed her own children and those she taught to do: Close your eyes and go somewhere safe and good. Picture something good.

Chocolate is cheaper than therapy, and you don't need an appointment.

He needs to be the kind of guy who thinks you're beautiful when you're not. So, for example, he wouldn't care if you live in yoga pants even though you hate yoga.

Having plans sounds like a good idea - until you have to put on clothes and leave your house.

Everything's better with chocolate.

What I'm trying to say is that I'll always be there for you, Tara. You need someone to help you, I'm your guy. You need a couple or three orgasms? I'm your personal toy. You need to let off some steam, someone to yell at, I'll be your doormat...

Okay, so maybe chocolate doesn't make the world go around, but it sure makes the trip worthwhile.

Taking her hand in his, he looked at her with those warm brown eyes. What do you need from me? he asked quietly. I have no idea. She let out a breath and dropped her forehead to his chest. Whatever you've got. He gathered her into his strong arms. Everything, he said, and brushed his mouth along her temple. You've got everything I've got and everything I am.

I..." Her gaze dipped to his chest and then back to his eyes. "I do feel things for you," she whispered. "Big things. I just..." He pushed her hair from her face. "You'll get there when you get there. There's no rush, Lily." Her eyes were big on his. Uncertain. Wary. "I'm just..." "I know. And I'm not going anywhere," he promised. "And neither are my feelings for you.

Come home with me tonight, Becca. She stared at him for a long beat. You don't like people in your space. I don't, he said. But you're not people.

Stress wouldn't be so hard to take if it were chocolate covered.