All Quotes By Tag: Comfort

“Do I believe that God is right here, ready to be my comfort in every situation?”

“When I harvest my life right up to the edges, I have collected every last kernel of blessing.”

“The abundant life Jesus spoke of isn’t opposed to the material, but it consists of more than just the material.”

“Scarcity mentality measures out life by the ounce; it always concludes that the needs outweigh the resources.”

“By extending love and comfort to the broken places around us, we keep watch with Jesus in his sorrow.”

“What if our common sense has been negatively influenced by our addiction to comfort?”

“I have pursued the comfort of things, when all along Comfort is a Person.”

“I had no idea what they sang. I guessed it was all in Latin, but some words could have been French. I didn’t need to understand the words to have them touch me. I don’t know whether it was the acoustics, the song, the beauty of the singing or the conviction behind it, but there was grandeur and hope in every note. The frescos flickered in candlelight and stained-glass men looked down upon me benevolently as the monks’ singing brought pieces of me apart. Maybe this was why I had come, why I was meant to be here. I saw tears running down Fabiana’s cheeks. Brother Rocher asked in French and English for those wishing to be blessed to come forward. I sat and watched the three Brazilians and half a dozen others move forward in turn. There was a final chant and everyone filed out. Except me.Centuries of singing, service to others and dedication to something bigger than twenty-first-century materialism had created a peace that permeated the walls. Whatever issues I had with religion were not relevant here. The stillness and austerity gave me a strange sense of comfort, and I seemed to be moving toward some sort of clarity.”

“To enrich the experience of life, we need more challenges than comfort.”

“If I’m on the ‘short-end of the stick’, there’s a really good chance that it was my shortness of vision that put me there.”

“Here is a minute. It may be my love is dead, but here is a minute to kneel over the grave and pray by it.”

“Foggy nights bring some comfort.He can get lost in the mistand there is no one to stare or question.”

“There is such a shelter in each other.”

“. . . at this season, the blossom is out in full now, there in the west early. It’s a plum tree, it looks like apple blossom but it’s white, and looking at it, instead of saying “Oh that’s nice blossom” … last week looking at it through the window when I’m writing, I see it is the whitest, frothiest, blossomest blossom that there ever could be, and I can see it. Things are both more trivial than they ever were, and more important than they ever were, and the difference between the trivial and the important doesn’t seem to matter. But the nowness of everything is absolutely wondrous, and if people could see that, you know. There’s no way of telling you; you have to experience it, but the glory of it, if you like, the comfort of it, the reassurance … not that I’m interested in reassuring people – bugger that. The fact is, if you see the present tense, boy do you see it! And boy can you celebrate it.”

“For it is up to you and meto take solacein nostalgia’s armsand our abilityto create the everlastingfrom fleeting moments.”