Quotes About Relief

There is a certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse.

When one is consumed by the sorrows of life, three things give him relief: offspring, a wife, and the company of the Lord's devotees.

She found, in visits, relief from the aches of old age. "I have Even in my self in times Past Lost the snse of Paine for some time by the Injoyment of good Company." She

The thing is, I was so bursting for the loo that I thought my bladder was going to explode. I could hardly speak, let alone make it up your stairs. When you threw the key down and I had to bend over to pick it up, I thought that was it, I was going to flood the road! And I'm not even exaggerating. I've never been so desperate in my life.

My only relief is to sleep. When I'm sleeping, I'm not sad, I'm not angry, I'm not lonely, I'm nothing.

One of the few times in a man's life when he is not full of shit!! The morning of a colonoscopy. Enough said!

When things get too heavy, just call me helium, the lightest known gas to man.

Researches tested a new form of medical marijuana that treats pain but doesn't get the user high, prompting patients who need medical marijuana to declare, 'Thank you?'

Nothing was truly unbearable if you had something to read.

Relief organizations both large and small are coordinating deliveries of food, clothing, water, and other basic necessities to those impacted by Katrina.

During the last year she was alive, at age 95, my mother said many times, "It's so freeing to realize that nothing really matters." She said it joyously, with relief, as if a burden had been lifted. She also said over and over, "Love yourself.

They emerged into the sun again, covered in dust. Birdie took deep breaths, relieved to be back out in the open. She looked at Grey, unsure what she wanted to communicate but sure that it was huge and that she was powerless. But Grey seemed to recognize fear when he saw it. And he simply reached forward and pulled Birdie to him. She sank against his chest. It felt different than Enrico's body. Taller and firmer. It felt safe.

Are you mad?" I ask. "I was." He glances at the ceiling then back at me. "Or confused, anyway. The whole thing threw me through for a loop. I thought I'd finally met a guy at Underwood I could relate to, and it turns out he wasn't a guy at all." I swallow. "I can see how that would be weird." "In a way though, I was relieved." "Relieved?" I echo. "Why?" He looks around embarrased. "Let's just say you had me questioning my sexual orientation.

There is a note of relief. They have somewhere to start, even if it is the worst place imaginable.

I want to know what to do," he hears himself say, and, like the decision to write to the co-pilot's wife, the statement is a relief. He wants to know what to do. She taps the center of his hand. "That's easy. The same thing we all must do. Take stock of who we are, and what we have, and then use it for good.

Ramsgate, Kent, in the early nineteenth century.  During the last twelve years of her life, Radcliffe suffered from a spasmodic asthma, calling for the unwearied attentions of her affectionate husband. In the hope of obtaining relief, they visited Ramsgate in the autumn of 1822. Radcliffe wrote her last piece of writing here.

He'd been unhappy, restless, irritable since leaving Surrey. He'd lived on memories of her. Her absence slowly strangled him. The instant he took Antonia in his arms, he breathed again.

Thank God! God has saved me!

Nothing like drugs to take the edge off drug problems.

Soviet joke about the terrible anxiety Ivan and his wife Masha experienced when the knock on the door came—and their relief when they learned it was only the neighbor come to tell them that the building was on fire.

They both took a couple of unsteady breaths before Daemon said, "The sooner we make our reports, the sooner we can go home." For him, home wasn't a place, it was a person—and right then, he needed to know that Jaenelle was safe.

Thank heaven, I am free and safe at last!

To cry was to release all sorts of ugly little pressures and tensions. Like waking out of a long, dark dream to a sun-filled day.

14 h 45. Pour la première fois, j'ose téléphoner à l'ambassade d'URSS pour savoir (cela, savoir, savoir...) s'il y a ou non cinéma aujourd'hui. C'est non et je suis un peu soulagée, juste de ma jalousie, non de mon désir de le voir.