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.

Star of resplendent front! Thy glorious eye Shines on me still from out yon clouded sky.

I think if you take sexuality very seriously it becomes very oily.

We must leave on one side the beliefs which fill up voids and sweeten what is bitter. The belief in immortality. The belief in the utility of sin: etiam peccata. The belief in the providential ordering of events - in short the 'consolations' which are ordinarily sought in religion. [p.258]

Old dog Tray 's ever faithful; Grief can not drive him away; He is gentle, he is kind- I shall never, never find A better friend than old dog Tray!

Jared makes everything safe, everything happy. even houses. He still makes me feel safe, Melanie realized, feeling the warmth where his arm was just half an inch from mine. though he dosent even know I'm here.

I have a microwave fireplace. I can lay down in front of the fire for the evening in 8 minutes.

Tried myself in the school of affliction, by the loss of every form of connection which can rive the human heart, I know well, and feel what you have lost, what you have suffered, are suffering, and have yet to endure. The same trials have taught me that for ills so immeasurable, time and silence are the only medicines. I will not, therefore, by useless condolences, open afresh the sluices of your grief, nor, although mingling sincerely my tears with yours, will I say a word more where words are vain.

In the dark of the sun will you save me a place? Give me hope, give me comfort, get me to a better place?

It's good to be king, if just for a while. To be there in velvet, yeah, to give 'em a smile.

Now I'm walkin' this street on my own, but she's with me wherever I go.

It's a smile a girl could bring home to mother, if she had a mother; a smile a girl could pet like a pony, sip like a lemonade, hum like a popular tune; a smile a girl would feel safe with in a dark alley.

I've never been comfortable working live, and I'm still not. I was always more music-oriented and less star-oriented, which is why I've never been comfortable on big stages in big halls.

These Are the music of meet resignation; these The responsive, still sustaining pomps for you To magnify, if in that drifting waste You are to be accompanied by more Than mute bare splendors of the sun and moon.

It was enough for her that she remembered.

He probably did more to heal, or at least soothe troubled human spirits than all the psychiatrists in the world.

It's cool man, it's cool. Bring your green hat!

Ye who, borne about in chariots and sedans know no fatigue but that of idleness.

A world of blossoms for the bee, Flowers for the sick girl's silent room, For the glad infant sprigs of bloom, We plant with the apple tree.

Dilsey stroked Ben's head, slowly and steadily, smoothing the bang upon his brow. He wailed quietly, unhurriedly. 'Hush,' Dilsey said. 'Hush, now. We be gone in a minute. Hush, now.' He wailed quietly and steadily.

Christmas is here: Winds whistle shrill, Icy and chill. Little care we; Little we fear Weather without, Sheltered about The Mahogany Tree.

'Mrs. Sandoval,' Homer said swiftly, 'your son is dead. Maybe it's a mistake. Maybe it wasn't your son. Maybe it was somebody else. The telegram says it was Juan Domingo. But maybe the telegram is wrong.'

Illness is essentially discomfort, and it is not easy for anybody to be comfortable all the time... in his body, in his work, in his house, or in his soul.

I was four years old, and had long since reasoned that it was folly to expect the big things from people. It was enough to get the little things. The biggest thing, of course, was love, the nearness of somebody you love when you need somebody to be near.

I know what you want. You want a story that won't suprise you. That will confirm what you already know. That won't make you see higher or further or differently. You want a flat story. An immobile story. You want dry, yeastless factuality. (p. 381)

E si tot venta'ill freg'aura, L'amor qu'ins el cor mi pleu Mi ten caut on plus iverna.

'Don.' 'Yeah.' 'Why don't people believe?' 'Why don't they believe what?' 'In God.' 'I don't know. Not everyone has a Volkswagen.'

Many of us associate the Christian faith as a list of do's and don'ts, to be sure. But the Christian life is to be oriented in relationship, why is there so much talk of formula? Could it be that the reason we are more interestied in forumla than relationship is that we would like to deal with our need for religion without dealing with th complications of relationship? That even thought we have chosen the Christian faith instead of 'poppycock religion,' we ultimately want the same thing as the pagan? And what is that? Easy answers, comfortable sentiments, beliefs that make us feel good. So we go through the motions. We go to our churches, we read our self-help books, we watch our religious television, and we check each item off our to-do list as if we were doing work for pay. One thing I am sure of. This is not the kind of real-life faith I'm looking for.

Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound; She feels no biting pang the while she sings; Nor, as she turns the giddy wheel around, Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things.

What comfort there is in a cheerful spirit! how the heart leaps up to meet a sunshiny face, a merry tongue, an even temper, and a heart which either naturally, or, what is better, from conscientious principle, has learned to take all things on their bright side, believing that the Giver of life being all-perfect Love, the best offering we can make to Him is to enjoy to the full what He sends of good, and bear what He allows of evil! ~ Ch. 10

Utter confusion/ Live on in your illusion/ That won't wear out

I meet a lot of people, dude, and I've never been star-struck, but I met Scott and I was like, 'Hi Scott - my name is durrrh' He was like, 'Are you alright, dude?' and I was like, 'Yeah - I mean, my name's Chester and I think you're great, I just wanted to tell you' I felt like a total schmuck! He was like, 'Well, are you in a band or what?' and I was like, 'Yeah, I'm in a band called Linkin Park' and he was like, 'You just played today, right?' and I went, 'Yeah' and he went, 'I've heard real cool things about you - good luck!' and I was like, 'Nargggh' And I mean, when I met him, I was in the middle of talking to the bass player from Green Day and these bands are like of the same calibre, but talking to the bass player from Green Day, I was totally comfortable - 'Yeah, dude, what's up, man? It's cool to meet you!' - and here comes Scott and I'm like, 'Urrrgh!' I don't know why - maybe I'm gay!

i met a toad the other day by the name of warty bliggens he was sitting under a toadstool feeling contented he explained that when the cosmos was created that toadstool was especially planned for his personal shelter from sun and rain thought out and prepared for him

Choose the best life; for habit will make it pleasant

'Are you guys hot?' - Josh

trouble me disturb me with all your cares and you worries trouble me on the days when you feel spent

your face saving promises whispered like prayers I don't need them

I need a lullaby a kiss goodnight angel sweet love of my life o, I need this

motherland cradle me close my eyes lullaby me to sleep keep me safe lie with me stay beside me don't go, don't you go

Perhaps all that some men need from a woman is for her to be loving and wise and careful, like a field of flowers where he can play the butterfly, drawing sweetness from her blossoms

And if it tortures you to know that another man was with her in her life, console yourself with this: he only knew her but the once

It was nice to be reminded that she was looking out for me almost as certainly as I always looked out for her

I immediately felt so comfortable there. Or if not comfortable, at least willing to bear the discomforts because they fit the awkward places in my heart

We die, says Jesus Christ; and, when we awaken from the languor of disease, the glories and the happiness of Paradise are around us. All evil and pain have ceased for ever. Our happiness also corresponds with, and is adapted to, the nature of what is most excellent in our being. We see God, and we see that he is good. How delightful a picture, even if it be not true! How magnificent is the conception which this bold theory suggests to the contemplation, even if it be no more than the imagination of some sublimest and most holy poet, who, impressed with the loveliness and majesty of his own nature, is impatient and discontented with the narrow limits which this imperfect life and the dark grave have assigned for ever as his melancholy portion. It is not to be believed that Hell, or punishment, was the conception of this daring mind. It is not to be believed that the most prominent group of this picture, which is framed so heart-moving and lovely - the accomplishment of all human hope, the extinction of all morbid fear and anguish - would consist of millions of sensitive beings enduring, in every variety of torture which Omniscient vengeance could invent, immortal agony.

Rest your head you worry too much it's going to be alright When times get rough you can fall back on us don't give up please don't give up

Dreaming of mercy st. wear your inside out dreaming of mercy in your daddy's arms again

So what's one little kiss, one tiny little touch? Aah, he's wanting it so much I swear that this is royal blood, running through my skin Oh, can you see the state I'm in Kiss it better, kiss it better

Eating icecream late at night is so bad, but I love it

And coming new, he'd do tha same thang if he could/Cuz in the hood true homies make you feel good

I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners/Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya

Heavenly Father I'm a soldier/ I'm gettin hotter cuz the world's gettin colder/ baby let me hold ya

Life's cares are comforts; such by Heav'n design'd; He that hath none must make them, or be wretched.

We said there warn't no home like a raft, after all. Other places do seem so cramped up and smothery, but a raft don't. You feel mighty free and easy and comfortable on a raft.

A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval.

I have found solace in profanity unexcelled even by prayer.

Warm summer sun, shine kindly here; Warm southern wind, blow softly here; Green sod above, lie light, lie light - Good-night, dear heart, good-night, good-night.

They're dusting the hot-seat off for me!

My mother used to come to me with her house coat open and drinking a cup of cheap chinese table wine.'

'Rushin' Lullaby.'

When a man asks himself what is meant by action he proves that he isn't a man of action. Action is a lack of balance. In order to act you must be somewhat insane. A reasonably sensible man is satisfied with thinking.

Mr Michener, as timeless as a stack of National Geographics, is the ultimate Summer Writer. Just as one goes back to the cottage in Maine, so one goes back to one's Michener.