Quotes About Console

You said you're lonely You said you're blue You lost your lover Let me console you If you surrender You'll feel no pain Cause I'm the master Of this game

Honesty is stronger medicine than sympathy, which may console but often conceals. —Gretel Ehrlich

We know many truths; we have discovered many useful inventions. Let us console ourselves for not knowing possible connections between a spider and the ring of Saturn, and continue examining what is within our reach.

A mother who tries to console her broken heart by fancying her departed child absent on his wonted chase after the dragon-fly, hums, How far to-day in chase, I wonder, Has gone my hunter of the dragon-fly!

Not the least of the hardships to which the dying are subject is the visitation of their loved ones. The poor darlings, God bless them, may feel every impulse to condole and console, but their primary sensation is nonetheless one of embarrassment in the presence of the unspeakable and a guilty gratitude that it is not yet their fate.

Faking a smile can only hurt yourself, with so much problem to fear and so much pain to bear. At the end, leading to your thousands tears, nevertheless there will be always one person or two who will give their best to console you.

Art, its completeness, its formedness, its finishedness, had no power to console. Words on the other hand, were a lifeline. They left their hushed rhythm behind, a counter to the slow in and out of Emmeline's breathing.

Art, its completeness, its formedness, its finishedness, had no power to console. Words, on the other hand, were a lifeline.

Time punishes those who stray from the path of dharma. Console yourself with the belief that this is the will of God.

Swann immediately recognized this statement as one of those fragments of true fact with which liars, when caught unprepared, console themselves by introducing into the composition of the falsehood they are inventing,

Gazing at the typewriter in moments of desperation I console myself with three thoughts. Alcohol at six, dinner at eight, and to be immortal you've got to be dead.

Death is the liberator of him whom freedom cannot release, the physician of him whom medicine cannot cure, and the comforter of him whom time cannot console.

For now, I strap on chapter four of Mars Rescue, study the console, then ease back on the throttle for a smooth flight through star fields.