Quotations

«There's something about death that is comforting. The thought that you could die tomorrow frees you to appreciate your life now.»

«My feeling is that there is nothing in life but refraining from hurting others, and comforting those that are sad.»

«In the effort to give good and comforting answers to the young questioners whom we love, we very often arrive at good and comforting answers for ourselves»

«Maybe mistakes are what make our fate... without them what would shape our lives? Maybe if we had never veered off course we wouldn't fall in love, have babies, or be who we are. After all, things change, so do cities, people come into your life and they go. But it's comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart... and if you're very lucky, a plane ride away»

«Is solace anywhere more comforting than that in the arms of a sister.»

«Philosophy offers the rather cold consolation that perhaps we and our planet do not actually exist; religion presents the contradictory and scarcely more comforting thought that we exist but that we cannot hope to get anywhere until we cease to exist. Alcohol, in attempting to resolve the contradiction, produces vivid patterns of Truth which vanish like snow in the morning sun and cannot be recalled; the revelations of poetry are as wonderful as a comet in the skies , and as mysterious. Love, which was once believed to contain the Answer, we now know to be nothing more than an inherited behavior pattern.»

«The more abhorrent a news item the more comforting it was to be the recipient, since the fact that it had happened elsewhere proved that it had not happened here, was not happening here, and would therefore never happen here»

«It is very comforting to believe that leaders who do terrible things are, in fact, mad. That way, all we have to do is make sure we don't put psychotics in high places and we've got the problem solved.»

«It is comforting when one has a sorrow to lie in the warmth of one's bed and there, abandoning all effort and all resistance, to bury even one's head under the cover, giving one's self up to it completely, moaning like branches in the autumn wind. But there is still a better bed, full of divine odors. It is our sweet, our profound, our impenetrable friendship.»

«There are four types of persons, the ?dead?, who deny the Lord and declare that they alone exist, independent and self-directed, the ?sick?, who call upon the Lord when some calamity befalls them or when they feel temporarily deserted by the unusual source of succor, the ?dull?, who know that God is the eternal companion and watchman, but who remember it only off and on when the idea is potent and powerful, and lastly the ?healthy?, who have steady belief in the Lord and who live in His Comforting Creative Presence always?.»