Quotes About Solace

If she cries, he will nose his way into her arms and curl up there until she calms down and falls asleep. I'm so glad I didn't drown him.

Lunch makes me feel a bit better.

Spirit visits of this kind are remarkable because they stay with you and do not fade away in wispy tendrils when trying to remember them. In the dream, Susan walked up to me at a party and smiled. Standing face to face she assured me that she and the baby were fine. In the days following her death, I found great solace in this enduring message of reassurance. "But this wasn't a dream," Mike said, referring to

If things aren't going well, music is what I turn to so I can get away from it, to take my mind somewhere else.

To the solace of his name, simply saying 'Muhammad' has an incredibly soothing effect on me.

My parents wanted me to solace them for sorrows they denied having had.

How we need another soul to cling to.

We should read to give our souls a chance to luxuriate.

Books can be a source of solace, but I see them mainly as a source of pleasure, personal as well as esthetic.

Poetry has saved me on occasions when people couldn't.

If we must part forever, Give me but one kind word to think uponand please myself with, while my heart's breaking.

Nakajima's presence didn't put any pressure on me, either. Quite the opposite: there was a warmth in the core of my chest when he was around.

Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you're at your worst.

True solace can be worth it's weight in gold.

It was going to be alright. At last. For a while.

She has saved me from everything that is not here.

I felt so bad I did not need any further comfort for myself.

Misery loves company. There's a lot to that.

I think in the darkest moments, we need a break.

Solace? That's why God made fermented beverages and the blues.

Whether you need the solace of normality more than you need your unique power is a personal matter, which only you may decide. But Sissy, don't let people such as Julian Gitche influence your decision. Julian needs your thumbs, huge and murmuring like the mouths of unexplored rivers – just the way nature made them – even if he isn't wise enough to understand that he needs them.

Recriminations and accusations peppered her visits to Up Beach, and when she told Papa why her eyes were puffy, she was relieved by his firm response. All she needed was him, which was lucky because he was all she had.

But he would only spend it on drink! You know what the working classes are!' 'Indeed, ma'am, and why should he not spend it on drink? Would you deprive the poor, whose lives are bad and miserable and comfortless enough, of the solace of a little relief from grinding poverty?

Religion fared badly in so much of the history he wrote about, and yet he was constantly surprised by how much solace he gained from places of worship. It wasn't redemptive, nothing to do with conscience—more the strange sense of meaningful emptiness he found in these places, a quality that allowed him to disappear effortlessly.