Quotes About Solace

a great comfort faith can be to those left behind.

It's that simple. A book is the only real escape from this fallen world. Aside from death.

Loss isn't an absence after all. It is a presence. A strong presence right next to me. I look at it. It doesn't look like anything, that's what is so strange. It just fits in.

Mi corazón desde hace días quiere hincarse bajo alguna caricia, una palabra.

The interlocking of their fingers was the only scrap of comfort left to them.

The library at home when she was child had been her refuge. She gravitated to it. When she was anxious, just taking a book of a shelf calmed her. Opening the cover, feeling the paper's smoothness, smelling the sheets, the leather, even sometimes the ink, centered her.

he buired his face in his hands and did not speak. i held him and whispered all the bits of broken comfort i could find.

The biggest and most important reason in the world is to be together with someone in a way that makes life a little less bleak and solitary and lonesome. To exchange the I for We. In the biggest sense of the word, it's cold outside. And kindness and affection and gentleness build a nice warm fire inside.

I could offer no consolation and I do not think he wanted any.

Rituals are comforting; rituals combat loneliness.

I've gained pounds lying continuously in bed, seeking surcease and sublimation in food.

My misery was too deep to speak any more. I scanned the page; I was having trouble breathing, as though the oxygen were leaving the room. Amid its devastation my mind flashed from thought to thought, despairingly in search of something left which it could rely on. Not rely on absolutely, that was obliterated as a possibility, just rely on a little,some solace, something surviving in the ruin.

I think for everybody reading can be a solace, illumination, education.

Why do we spend years using up our bodies to nurture our minds with experience and find our minds turning then to our exhausted bodies for solace?

If solace is any sort of succor to someone, that is sufficient. I believe in the faith of people, whatever faith they may have.

No music can fill the gaping void ... at least in my experience only faith. Only faith.

I miss the comfort of you being there for me...

All I really want is for you to hug me really tight and tell me everything's going to be alright.

I always seemed to be in a lull, a strange pocket of emptiness into which no men came, and I was never threatened.

He buried his face in his hands and did not speak. I held him and whispered all the bits of broken comfort I could find.

She pressed the veil against her cheeks, letting it drink up her tears.

We were comfort kissing, that's all. We wrapped our arms around each other for solace. Bear hugging. Squeezing the life out of each other as if we were trying to merge together. When at last we loosened our grip, in a strange way we were both more calm. Physically, at least. Not mentally.

She was like an oasis in this scorching hot desert.

Les larmes entraînent les chagrins loin de la peine.