Quotes About Solace

Crawford was home for a month from the hospital, the chest pains came again in the night. Instead of calling an ambulance and going through it all again, he chose simply to roll over to the solace of his late wife's side of the bed.

Maybe this is why the Earth has the power over time to wash sorrow into a deeper pool, cold and shadowed. And maybe this is why, even though sorrow never disappears, it can make a deeper connection to the currents of life and so connect, somehow, to sources of wonder and solace. I don't know. And I don't know what gladness is or where it comes from that feels like a splitting open of the self. It takes me by surprise.

The bed in which we spend a third of our lives functions as a kind of protective haven for the true self, the subconscious refuge from the assault of the external world. The bed becomes the restorative womb, where the imagination is nurtured while our resting bodies are safe.

Oh I feel better already talking with you here next to me.

He was my tormentor and my solace; the creator of the dark and the light within.

It is one of the precious mysteries of sorrow that it finds solace in unselfish thought. - James A. Garfield

I only need a second. So I can show her that I'm here. That someone's still here.

I continue reading, remembering why I used to love books. Because they show us, in so many words, and so many worlds, that we are not alone.

I have that floppy calm that follows a cry.

The great advantage of a hotel is that it's a refuge from home life.

The library had become her solace. Her refuge.Books did not question or judge. They made safe companions.

And he could not help being a little bit cheered up and consoled as he got into the Bentley and set off alone for Oxford.

Así te recuerdo, en calma

As years passed away I have formed the habit of looking back upon that former self as upon another person, the remembrance of whose emotions has been a solace in adversity and added zest to the enjoyment of prosperity.

Worries go down better with soup than without.

The habit of reading is the only enjoyment in which there is no alloy; it lasts when all other pleasures fade.

You can be happy indeed if you have breathing space from pain.

There are moments in life when all that we can bear is the sense that our friend is near us; our wounds would wince at consoling words that would reveal the depths of our pain.

Nature has been for me, for as long as I remember, a source of solace, inspiration, adventure, and delight; a home, a teacher, a companion.

If you're unwell you can simply cuddle up in bed and tune into a thriller. It's the best remedy.

Every now and then I read a poem that does touch something in me, but I never turn to poetry for solace or pleasure in the way that I throw myself into prose.

I had discovered early at Ellis that a hospital nurse performs the same tasks day after day after day, and that an odd solace can be found in the monotony of those duties. Were it not for the steady thrum of the routine, the spectacle of unending human suffering would be a hospital nurse's undoing.

Libraries were a solace in the Depression. They were warm and dry and useful and free; they provided a place for people to be together in a desolate time. You could feel prosperous at the library. There was so much there, such an abundance, when everything else felt scant and ravaged, and you could take any of it home for free. Or you could just sit at a reading table and take it all in.

All the times these arms were my only refuge from the world. Perhaps not fully appreciated then, but so sweet in my memory, and now gone forever.