Quotes About Solace

You'd understand, better than anyone, what it's like to lose a father when you need one so badly.

They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought[.]

Nothing exists outside us except a state of mind, he thinks; a desire for solace, for relief, for something outside these miserable pigmies, these feeble, these ugly, these craven men and women.

I've always been a bookworm. As I mentioned, I moved around a lot, and one of the problems with being the new kid is it takes a while to make new friends. But I always had my books.

I turned to books for comfort.

How do you explain to a nonreader that books aren't just things but treasured friends? Companions?

I love rain because tears can not be seen in rain.

I've never known any trouble that an hour's reading didn't assuage.

These books were a way of escaping from the unhappiness of my life.

This was my only and my constant comfort. When I think of it, the picture always rises in my mind, of a summer evening, the boys at play in the churchyard, and I sitting on my bed, reading as if for life.

We need way more intimacy than nearly anyone considers normal. Always hungry for it, we seek solace and sustenance in the closest available substitutes: television, shopping, pornography, conspicuous consumption — anything to ease the hurt, to feel connected, or to project an image by which we might be seen and known, or at least see and know ourselves.

it. I kept thinking I should be here, being miserable with you. So, here I am." They sat for a long time, in a close embrace, with only a low light burning, staring

People read books, didn't they, to get away from themselves, to escape the troubles of their lives?

True solace is finding none, which is to say, it is everywhere.

When she opened the book, the white pages were so bright against the shadows that filled the forest and the words they offered granted shelter and comfort. The letters were like footprints in the snow, a wide white landscape untouched by pain, unharmed by memories too dark to keep, too sweet to let go of.

The one way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy.

What most observers failed to perceive in him was something quite bafflingly simple—a love of quietness, contemplation, and being alone.

There are times when alone is the best place to be.

I believe in the freedom of the open road. I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I'm at war with myself I ride, I just ride.

There was a cool calm solace of protection in the unreasoning rage. But his mind was functioning enough to recognize it was a false protection.

And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.

Dissipated men need one trustworthy friend.

Life can't be all that bad,' i'd think from time to time. 'Whatever happens, i can always take a long walk along the Bosphorus.

Mang theo má»™t cu?n sách trong túi hay gi? xách c?a b?n, nh?t là nh?ng khi bu?n, là s? h?u má»™t th? giá»›i khác, má»™t th? giá»›i có th? mang l?i cho b?n ni?m vui.