Brutal Comforting Quotes & Sayings

Scripture says: "Blessed are those who mourn for they shall be comforted." I call on every American family and the family of America to observe a National Day of Prayer and Remembrance, honoring the memory of the thousands of victims of these brutal attacks and comforting those who lost loved ones. We will persevere through this national tragedy and personal loss. In time, we will find healing and recovery; and, in the face of all this evil, we remain strong and united, "one Nation under God." — George W. Bush

If you teach a poor young man to shave himself, and keep his razor in order, you may contribute more to the happiness of his life than in giving him a thousand guineas. This sum may be soon spent, the regret only remaining of having foolishly consumed it; but in the other case, he escapes the frequent vexation of waiting for barbers, and of their sometimes dirty fingers, offensive breaths, and dull razors. — Benjamin Franklin

We are not, not now, not ever, talking about sex," A.J. said flatly.
I had to laugh. "We're both grown men," I pointed out. "I don't see what the big deal - "
"Do it," he said, "and I will walk over to the church, wake up the priest, and demand that he perform an exorcism. On the spot."
"Well, now, that won't work," I scoffed. "I'm not a demon. Not even close."
"Yeah, well, I'm willing to try it," he said. "So go on. Make my day. — Suzanne Brockmann

A pencil in my hand, its secret life / is charcoal, the wood already burnt, / a sacrifice. — Marianne Boruch

In this condition one enriches everything out of one's own abundance: what one sees, what one desires, one sees swollen, pressing, strong, over laden with energy. The man in this condition transforms things until they mirror his power - until they are reflections of his perfections — Friedrich Nietzsche

I want you to know how perfect
your body looks after a shower.
Fresh.
Covered in little drops
of water.
Just like dewy grass after
a night of rainfall. — Sheri Rosa

The power to heal is all in the hug. — Lynda Cheldelin Fell

I don't take much stock of detectives in novels - chaps that do things and never let you see how they do them. That's just inspiration: not business. — Arthur Conan Doyle

I never considered a difference of opinion in politics, in religion, in philosophy, as cause for withdrawing from a friend. — Thomas Jefferson

...and led me to finally recognise that I was but an automaton devoid of free will in thought and action and merely responsible to the forces of the environment. — Nikola Tesla

Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget
falls drop by drop upon the heart
until, in our own despair, against our will,
comes wisdom through the awful grace of God. — Aeschylus

Minds are like swords, I do fear. The old ones go to rust. — George R R Martin

But I am beginning to understand about the dignity and the art of wigs and the makeup. This small, everyday attentiveness of eyebrow pencils is perhaps a picture of the very sort of bodily care our embodied God would have us cultivate, weather in illness or wellness, whether our bodies are in the throes of ecstasy or the throes of pain. — Lauren F. Winner

I write in spurts. I write when I have to because the pressure builds up and I feel enough confidence that something has matured in my head and I can write it down. But once something is really under way, I don't want to do anything else. I don't go out, much of the time I forget to eat, I sleep very little. It's a very undisciplined way of working and makes me not very prolific. But I'm too interested in many other things. — Susan Sontag

Music - not just the lyrics, but the music itself - expresses confused or illicit passions: rage, lust, envy, frustration, channeling these energies and creating an outlet for them. — Sarah Churchwell

When you're seventeen years old, green and inexperienced, you're grateful for any guidance and direction you can get. — Christina Aguilera

Improvisation was the blood and bone of jazz, and in the classic, New Orleans jazz it was collective improvisation in which each performer, seemingly going his own melodic way, played in harmony, dissonance, or counterpoint with the improvisations of his colleagues. Quite unlike ragtime, which was written down in many cases by its composers and could be repeated note for note (if not expression for expression) by others, jazz was a performer's not a composer's art. — Russell Lynes