comfort

By stepping outside your comfort zone to do something peculiar, you confirm that you can do more than you've done. Move out!

You can't be successful if you are good at hiding yourself! Be success minded; think about uncovering what you know, what you have, and what you have to know for the comfort, inspiration and enlightenment of others!

Dare to be competent. Competency is what makes everyone remain at peace when things are being handled by you. Watch yourself if everyone feels uncomfortable just because it__ you doing it.

Before you can brighten the corner where you are, you must first develop dislike for the initial dull corner you once endured. You can__ change what you are comfortable with.

Oh, look, the lights are so pretty,_ I said dreamily, having just noticedthem.I smiled at the way the lights were dancing overhead, pink and yellow andblue. I felt some pressure on my arm and thought, I should look over and seewhat__ going on, but then the thought was gone, sliding away like Jell-O off ahot car hood.__ang?___eah. I__ here.__ struggled to focus on him. ____ so glad you__e here.___eah, I got that.___ don__ know what I__ do without you._ I peered up at him, trying to seepast the too-bright lights.__ou__ be fine,_ he muttered.__o,_ I said, suddenly struck by how unfine I would be. __ would be totallyunfine. Totally._ It seemed very urgent that he understand this.Again I felt some tugging on my arm, and I really wondered what that wasabout. Was Ella__ mom going to start this procedure any time soon?__t__ okay. Just relax._ He sounded stiff and nervous. __ust...relax. Don__try to talk.___ don__ want my chip anymore,_ I explained groggily, then frowned.__ctually, I never wanted that chip.___kay,_ said Fang. __e__e taking it out.___ just want you to hold my hand.___ am holding your hand.___h. I knew that._ I drifted off for a few minutes, barely aware ofanything, but feeling Fang__ hand still in mine.__o you have a La-Z-Boy somewhere?_ I roused myself to ask, every word aneffort.__m, no,_ said Ella__ voice, somewhere behind my head.__ think I would like a La-Z-Boy,_ I mused, letting my eyes drift shutagain. __ang, don__ go anywhere.___ won__. I__ here.___kay. I need you here. Don__ leave me.___ won__.___ang, Fang, Fang,_ I murmured, overwhelmed with emotion. __ love you. Ilove you sooo much._ I tried to hold out my arms to show how much, but Icouldn__ move them.__h, jeez,_ Fang said, sounding strangled.

I close my eyes. I don't expect Four to reassure me, and he makes no effort to, but I feel better standing here than I did out there among the people who are my friends, my faction.

No matter how many years passed or how much responsibility each assumed, they still managed to bicker like bitchy teenagers on a regular basis. In some way, though, each found it comforting; it reminded them how close they really were: Acquaintances were always on their best behavior, but sisters loved each other enough to say anything.

Develop accommodating values and habits. People are scared away from you when you have a value system and habitual actions that accommodate them comfortably.

So friends, get out of your comfort zone. Don__ be afraid of pain. Confront your pains

Stands the Church clock at ten to three?And is there honey still for tea?

It's like one of those scenes from a feel-good Hollywood movie. Where everybody is happy and nobody's hair fizzes in the wind. Where it doesn't rain, your shoes stay comfortable all day, and everybody's jokes are funny.

There was something comforting about believing in things that didn__ exist.

We laugh, that we may not cry.

It was such a relief to be able to sob and have someone know all the reasons why.

And if I am comfortable with it, why do I still call it loneliness? Because--and I think somehow she would understand this--you can have and recognize a sadness in your alienation and in other people's alienation and still not long to be around anyone. I think that if you wonder about other people's loneliness, or contemplate it at all, you've got a real leg up on being comfortable on your own.

...shiny trinkets and frivolous spending make people forget what world they're living in.

I close my eyes and press my face into his shirt and howl against him, liquid agony pouring from me. He smooths my hair from my face and continues to murmur, but he never shushes me, never tells me to stop. Never tells me it'll be all right. He knows life too well to believe such lies.

Sometimes I'm so deeply buried under self-reproaches that I long for a word of comfort to help me dig myself out again.