Quotes About Solace

Mah-tao-yo? " Loretta leaped and opened her eyes. Hunter knelt beside her, a dark shadow against the blue-black, starlit sky. "You weep?" "No--yes." Her voice came out in a squeak. "I'm just feeling sad, that's all." He sat down beside her and hugged his knees, gazing off into the endless darkness. "You will stay beside me?

How wonderful is ritual, what comfort in dark times!

Oh, you alone, my love, can console my heart - Rosina

Darkness now is pure phenomenon, nothing to do with him. This is the final relationship with the universe: you find solace only in things that offer none.

Also it is good to tell my trouble. It relieves my thinking about it, it passes the time, the deadly time.

ameliorate the effect. "Can I give you any solace?

Have you blossoms and books, those solaces of sorrow?

When Heaven has taken from us some object of our love, how sweet is it to have a bosom whereon to recline our heads, and into which we may pour the torrent of our tears! Grief, with such a comfort, is almost a luxury!

Tragedy is so personal, but it doesn't mean it hasn't happened before, to someone, somewhere—it's what helps us to understand and bring solace to others, knowing something of what they feel.

Solitude is sanity.

He will be our comfort and solace, our guide and counselor, our salvation and exaltation, for "there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved."

I still look to music to heal and bind; I still think the musician can be a trusted object offering his fellow-man solace but also a reminder of human excellence.

The old poets little knew what comfort they could be to a man.

Therefore, a man ought to root himself so firmly in God that he will not need the consolations of men.

If I had to sum up Friendship in one word, it would be Comfort.

To some, the cigarette is a portable therapist.

I'm holding a teardrop for a friend Until his heartache and misery end.

Once [a cat] has given its love, what absolute confidence, what fidelity of affection! It will make itself the companion of your hours of work, of loneliness, or of sadness. It will lie the whole evening on your knee, purring and happy in your society, and leaving the company of creatures of its own society to be with you.

There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.

Let nothing be great, nothing high, nothing pleasing, nothing acceptable unto thee, save God Himself or the things of God. Reckon as altogether vain whatsoever consolation comes to thee from a creature. The soul that loveth God looketh not to anything that is beneath God. God alone is eternal and incomprehensible, filling all things, the solace of the soul, and the true joy of the heart.

My books are friends that never fail me." ( Letter to his mother, Margaret A. Carlyle ; 17 March 1817)

THE TEARS ... streamed down, and I let them flow as freely as they would, making of them a pillow for my heart. On them it rested. -AUGUSTINE, Confessions IX, i z

When your sad--like really sad--you only want to be with other people who are sad.

No matter what else is wrong in the world a book will take you away from it.