474 Comfort Quotes

How the sting of poverty, or small means, is gone when one keeps house for one's own comfort and not for the comfort of one's neighbors.

Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My mother.

I know people that could serve me canned tuna and saltine crackers and have me feel more at home at their table than some people who can cook circles around me. The more you try to impress people, generally the less you do.

Life is an incurable condition: the only known treatment is to try to keep the patient comfortable.

As soon as I got out there I felt a strange relationship with the pitcher's mound. It was as if I'd been born out there. Pitching just felt like the most natural thing in the world. Striking out batters was easy.

Here today we huddle tight As the darkest heathens might The snow falls chilly on our skin The snow is forcing its way in. Hush, snow, come in with us to dwell: We were thrown out by Heaven as well.

Modern science has been a voyage into the unknown, with a lesson in humility waiting at every stop. Many passengers would rather have stayed home.

I revere the memory of Mr. F. as an estimable man and most indulgent husband, only necessary to mention Asparagus and it appeared or to hint at any little delicate thing to drink and it came like magic in a pint bottle; it was not ecstasy but it was comfort.

Ancestors do not mean so much. The rebel who succeeds generally makes it easier for the posterity that follows him; so these descendants are usually contented and smug and soft. Rebels are made from life, not ancestors.

Hot water is my native element. I was in it as a baby, and I have never seemed to get out of it ever since.

Most truths are so naked that people feel sorry for them and cover them up, at least a little bit.

There are those who so dislike the nude that they find something indecent in the naked truth.

I love sleep because it is both pleasant and safe to use. Pleasant because one is in the best possible company and safe because sleep is the consummate protection against the unseemliness that is the invariable consequence of being awake. What you don't know won't hurt you. Sleep is death without the responsibility.

Organic architecture seeks superior sense of use and a finer sense of comfort, expressed in organic simplicity.

It was luxuries like air conditioning that brought down the Roman Empire. With air conditioning their windows were shut, they couldn't hear the barbarians coming.

In this dim world of clouding cares, We rarely know, till wildered eyes See white wings lessening up the skies, The angels with us unawares.

It is the soothing thing about history that it does repeat itself.

No matter how big or soft or warm your bed is, you still have to get out of it.

Noble characters and pure affections and happy scenes are very comforting things. They're a refuge from life's disillusionments.

Art hurts. Art urges voyages - and it is easier to stay at home.

Truth-tellers are not always palatable. There is a preference for candy bars.

Short stories that's all it's ever been Don't you worry 'bout the ending Babe, before we begin I have seen the sun That's behind the rain I have felt the joy That's behind the pain.

I cry out for order and find it only in art.

Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air; And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair; And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome; But when it comes to living, there is no place like home.

Illusion is an anodyne, bred by the gap between wish and reality.

Solitude is fine, but you need someone to tell you that solitude is fine.

Nature is less partial than she appears, and all situations in life have their compensations along with them.

A marciful Providunce fashioned us holler O' purpose thet we might our principles swaller.

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

It is a far, far better thing to have a firm anchor in nonsense than to put out on the troubled seas of thought.

In all life one should comfort the afflicted, but verily, also, one should afflict the comfortable, and especially when they are comfortably, contentedly, even happily wrong.

It is undoubtedly easier to believe in absolutes, follow blindly, mouth received wisdom. But that is self-betrayal.

Good-night; ensured release, Imperishable peace, Have these for yours, While sea abides, and land, And earth's foundations stand, And heaven endures.

The main thing that I learned about conspiracy theory is that conspiracy theorists actually believe in a conspiracy because that is more comforting. The truth of the world is that it is chaotic. The truth is, that it is not the Jewish banking conspiracy or the grey aliens or the 12 foot reptiloids from another dimension that are in control. The truth is more frightening, nobody is in control. The world is rudderless.

Oh, do not cry. Be good children, and we shall all meet in Heaven... I want to meet you all, white and black, in Heaven.

Ev'rything's gonna be alright So, no woman, no cry

'Money can't buy happiness, but it can damn well give it!'

Sexual Healing baby, is good for me Sexual Healing is something that's good for me.

I sit at my hotel at night, I think of something that's funny, then I go get a pen and I write it down. Or if the pen's too far away, I have to convince myself that what I thought of ain't funny.[3]

'It's a cold bowl of chili when love lets you down' - 'Saddle Up the Palomino'

Never marry somebody you couldn't sit next to on a three-day bus trip.

Whence comes solace? Not from seeing, What is doing, suffering, being; Not from noting Life's conditions, Not from heeding Time's monitions; But in cleaving to the Dream And in gazing at the Gleam Whereby gray things golden seem.

Whenever God shines his light on me Opens up my eyes so I can see When I look up in the darkest night I know everything's going to be alright In deep confusion, in great despair When I reach out for him he is there When I am lonely as I can be I know that God shines his light on me.

Why stand when you can sit?

Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Let those whose Hearts and Hands are strong Tell eager Tales of mighty Deeds; Enough if my sequestered song To hush'd and twilight Gardens leads! Clear Waters, drawn from secret Wells Perchance may fevered Lips assuage; The Tales an elder Pilgrim tells To such as go on Pilgrimage. Such the soft Path my Words would trace, Thus with the moving Waters move; So leave, across the Ocean's Face, A glimmering Stair to Hope and Love.

'Are you really gay?' 'Yes.' 'Do you think you were born gay or became gay?' 'Are you asking because you want to know if it's you fault?' 'I suppose.' 'To one degree or another, I'm sure it's you fault. Feel better now?' [2]

Knowing that certain nights whose sweetness lingers will keep returning to the earth and sea after we are gone, yes, this helps us to die.

I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, 'O Soul, make merry and carouse, Dear soul, for all is well.'

A second voice was at mine ear, A little whisper silver-clear, A murmur, 'Be of better cheer'. As from some blissful neighbourhood, A notice faintly understood, 'I see the end, and know the good'. A little hint to solace woe, A hint, a whisper breathing low, 'I may not speak of what I know'.

There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes.

Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore Than labour in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar; O, rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more.

(on deep fried bacon) Bacon.. fryer! Fryer.. bacon! Have I died and gone to heaven?

The affair simply amounted to this, that they were to eat their dinner uncomfortably in a field instead of comfortably in the dining room.

If you're so tired we can order an ice cream cake, we can have it delived to the stage.

You nodded off in my arms watching tv I won't move you an inch Even though my arm's asleep.

God made beer because he loves us and wants us to be happy.

Go to confession and communion; you will find it a relief and a strengthening. (82)

The thing was not discussable, even with a near acquaintance like Calvin because : because of the nature of the thing : because one had to behave like a normal, unworried human being. That at least was sound and clear and gave him comfort: behave like a normal human being.

'You and I are real, Teddy, aren't we?' The bear's eyes regarded the boy unflinchingly. 'You and I are real, David.' It specialized in comfort.

'Teddy - I suppose Mummy and Daddy are real, aren't they?' Teddy said, 'You ask such silly questions, David. Nobody knows what 'real' really means. Let's go indoors.' 'First I'm going to have another rose!' Plucking a bright pink flower, he carried it with him into the house. It could lie on the pillow as he went to sleep. Its beauty and softness reminded him of Mummy.

They stick out a lot and tend to catch the wind. I loved skiing as a teenager but I had to stop because my ears got so cold .

Cornbread, ain't nothing wrong with that.

'I'm never really comfortable with people cheering for me.'

We rub the darkness from our eyes, And face our thousand devious secret mornings . . . And do not see how the pale mist, slowly ascending, Shaped by the sun, shines like a white-robed dreamer Compassionate over our towers bending.

Some nice young lady got me fuzzy socks. How I love the socks and their fuzziness. A thank you for my bday present to the girl I did not meet.

Interviewer: What do you remember most about playing in Tampa 10 years ago? Davey: It was the first time we were flashed [pauses] by a female. Interviewer: How did that make you feel inside? Davey: Uncomfortable. I turned around...cried.

Oh no love! you're not alone No matter what or who you've been No matter when or where you've seen All the knives seem to lacerate your brain I've had my share, I'll help you with the pain You're not alone!

If I feel comfortable with what I'm doing, something's wrong.

I don't think there's a man, woman or child alive who doesn't enjoy a lovely beverage.

Change isn't easy, Micky. Changing the way you live means changing the way you think. Changing the way you think means changing what you believe about life. That's hard, sweetie. When we make our own misery, we sometimes cling to it even when we want so bad to change, because the misery is something we know. The misery is comfortable.

'Where there's cake, there's hope. And there's always cake.'

There is luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel no one else has a right to blame us.

The seasons come and the seasons go, the summer fruit and the winter snow, but here we are, and here we stay - until the time to go away. Ah, they say, there's a land that is great, and is grand; there's no fear, and no pain - we will all live again - and everyone will find the ones they love.

Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom.

Visitor: Monsieur Degas, were there any of Monet's pictures at the Durand-Ruel exhibition? Degas: Why, I met Monet himself there, and I said to him, 'Let me get out of here. Those reflections in the water hurt my eyes!' His pictures were always too draughty for me. If it had been any worse I should have had to turn up my coat collar.

Let us pardon him his hope of a vain apocalypse, and of a second coming in great triumph upon the clouds of heaven. Perhaps these were the errors of others rather than his own; and if it be true that he himself shared the general illusion, what matters it, since his dream rendered him strong against death, and sustained him in a struggle to which he might otherwise have been unequal?

Of late, men seem to have been possessed by an incomprehensible impulse to strip themselves of everything with which nature has endowed them in order to make them superior to the beasts of burden. A philosopher is a gentleman who sits down four times a day to the best meals he can possibly obtain, and who considers that virtue, glory and noble sentiments should be indulged in only when they do not interfere with those four indispensable functions and all the rest of his little personal comforts. At this rate, a mule is a better philosopher by far, because in addition to all this he puts up with blows and hardship without complaint.

I feel a sort of yearnin' 'nd a chokin' in my throat When I think of Red Hoss Mountain 'nd of Casey's tabble dote!

'Whenever I'm in my house or my office, I always have a radio on. It keeps the lasers out.'

Our intimacy was like a minuet, simply because on every possible occasion and in every possible circumstance we knew where to go, where to sit, which table we unanimously should choose; and we could rise and go, all four together, without a signal from any one of us, always to the music of the Kur orchestra, always in the temperate sunshine, or, if it rained, in discreet shelters.

I was so insecure about everything that all I was really sure of was what I already held in my hands or my mouth or what was well on its way there.

Smoking has a sedative effect upon the nerves, and enables a man to bear the sorrows of this life (of which every one has his share) not only decently, but dignifiedly.

Come then, my bird! For the peace thou ever bearest, Still Heaven's messenger of comfort to me- Come-this fond bosom, O faithfullest and fairest, Bleeds with its death-wound, its wound of love for thee!

World-mothering air, air wild, Wound with thee, in thee isled, Fold home, fast fold thy child.

Prince, Bayard would have smashed his sword To see the sort of knights you dub-- Is that the last of them--O Lord Will someone take me to a pub?

It is not true, it is a happy invention.

'The world is so complicated... I'M TIRED, I WANNA CUPCAKE!'

My home is my paradise. When I come home at night, I feel an overall peaceful sensation. We will never give this place up.

We took portable showers, Pampers and clothes for kids [in a Hurricane Katrina shelter]. I sang for them and played the guitar . . . At least for a little while, they saw that someone wasn't forgetting them. It lifted their spirits, and I knew they were a little more comfortable when we left.

'I well understand your doing this,' said the notary. 'A man of science can't be expected to burden himself with the practical details of existence.' Charles felt soothed by these oily words: they flattered his weakness, making it look like preoccupation with lofty things.

Come: there shall be such islanding from grief, And small communion with the master shore. Twang they. And I incline this ear to tin, Consult a dual dilemma. Whether to dry In humming pallor or to leap and die.