Comfort is your biggest trap and coming out of comfort zone your biggest challenge.
Manoj AroraTags: challenge comfort comfort-zone
Love comforts, it is gentle, it is warm and you can feel it within your entire being.
Ellen J. BarrierTags: love comfort warmth gentleness
I’m with you; it’s only me.
Kyra GregoryTags: love angst comfort hurt-and-comfort
Happiness isn't reserved for privileged individuals. It is a state of mind that can neither be bought nor stolen nor traded; it is a liberty available to anyone.
Richelle E. GoodrichTags: happiness liberty delight joy comfort richelle richelle-goodrich
And all I want is to hold her and make the rest of the world go away.
Mary E. PearsonTags: friendship love comfort
from the prose poem "The Universe Thrums on regardless" in my book SPAN.
We are almost nothing in the night. Reduced to warm blobs and the sound of breathing. There is comfort in that.
Tags: poetry night breathing comfort nothing prose-poem
Prose Poems from my book SPAN
OBSERVATION
So, we may not be able to explain the world. Not exactly. But we can accept it, and love it. We can turn our faces to the light and examine the minutest details simply for the sake of it. We can live lives of joy and purpose. We are all part of one whole. Take comfort in this. Almost every one of us is capable of holding a cup to another’s lips without our hands shaking.
Tags: love world light observation hands examine comfort accept lips holding cup shaking
The man who has many answers
is often found
in the theaters of information
where he offers, graciously,
his deep findings.
While the man who has only questions,
to comfort himself, makes music.
Tags: music questions answers comfort
Let go with me. Let me comfort you with my body...there's no shame in forgetting for a night even if you know you'll remember in the morning.
Tiffany Reisz….Nothing was inevitable. She had not chosen this way. It was her fate. It had been decided since before time began. It had been decided before she began. Nothing could be done. There was no point in trying. It was way too late. The inevitability of nothing was totally supreme, overriding everything. No way out. No way through. She could only accept the unacceptable. She could only endure the unendurable. Nothing was wrong!
Nothing was wrong and the wrongness of this awesome nothing seeped from her. Some people, only a few, saw it. Some people, only a few felt it. Some people, only a few, recognised it and in recognising it for what it was, raged against it. Through the nothingness, these few reached out for her.
She could not reach back. Through the nothingness, these few fought for her. She could not fight back for herself. Through the nothingness, these few cared for her. She could not care back for herself. Through the nothingness, these few spoke out for her, shattering the frozen silence over and over again. She could not speak out for herself…. “
*I hope this may give some comfort to people who need it. There are good, caring people (whether outside or within yourself, if need be) and you do deserve to be cared for and supported as much as anyone else does."
From “Nothing”, one of the short stories in “Fight! Rabbit! Fight!
Tags: silence comfort hopelessness care neglect ritual-abuse abuse unendurable emotional-abuse emotional-neglect
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