comfort

My loneliness was an important part of my own little universe, not some pathological disease that needs to be gotten [sic] rid of.

It's a dark place, not knowing. It's difficult to surrender to. But I guess it's where we live most of the time. I guess it's where we all live, so maybe it doesn't have to be so lonely. Maybe I can settle into it, cozy up to it, make a home inside uncertainty.

I__ here. I love you. I don__ care if you need to stay up crying all night long, I will stay with you. If you need the medication again, go ahead and take it__ will love you through that, as well. If you don__ need the medication, I will love you, too. There__ nothing you can ever do to lose my love. I will protect you until you die, and after your death I will still protect you. I am stronger than Depression and I am braver than Loneliness and nothing will ever exhaust me.

Here's a scary thought: What if God called you to give beyond your comfort level? Would you be afraid? Would you try to explain it away or dismiss it as impractical? And in the process, would you miss out on a harvest opportunity for which God had explicitly prospered you in the first place?

Other than the promise of life after death, nothing consoles the poor better than the fact that rich people are also subject to death.

Traveling is all very well if you can get home at night. I would be willing to go around the world if I could be back in time to light the candles and set the table for dinner._ _ Gladys Taber.

There was no opiate like a French pillow.

Be brave. You didn't travel this far to languish within the walls of your comfortable self.

I will not hesitate.I will not hang back.I will go and offer my heart, for it is what I have to give...

The Christmas spirit is simply an honest spirit of love for all humanity. It is the force that moves us to give what we can, to help as we are able, and to always be of kind comfort.

One of the most important things you can do on this earth is to let people know they are not alone.

Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm. It exists to give you comfort, it is there to keep you warm, and in those times of trouble when you are most alone, the memory of love will bring you home.

We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection. Something closed must retain our memories, while leaving them their original value as images. Memories of the outside world will never have the same tonality as those of home and, by recalling these memories, we add to our store of dreams; we are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.

Whatever dream God gave to you is for the comfort of those God keeps around you!

God wants to use you as a divine show room, where the poor, the wearied and the depressed will find comfort and recreation! You got to be kind. It's a sign that you have conquered greed!

Change comes with sacrifice... When you want to make a change you must be prepared to make a sacrifice of escaping the comfort zone!

Think global; Think big! Think of planting a seed for unborn generations to taste; Think of making a shade that will provide comfort to others. If what you enjoy now appeals to you, thank God for the life of those who made it happen. However, the good news is that "you too can make it happen"!

You have to direct change; if you don't do so, change will direct you. Guess... the direction change will offer you is not a comfortable one. But the direction you can offer change will be the most comfortable. Go, make a change now!