Comfortably Quotes (page 46)
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We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms -- to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way.
Viktor E. Frankl
It’s an irritating reality that many places and events defy description. Angkor Wat and Machu Picchu, for instance, seem to demand silence, like a love affair you can never talk about. For a while after, you fumble for words, trying vainly to assemble a private narrative, an explanation, a comfortable way to frame where you’ve been and whats happened. In the end, you’re just happy you were there- with your eyes open- and lived to see it.
Anthony Bourdain
Where is our comfort but in the free, uninvolved, finally mysterious beauty and grace of this world that we did not make, that has no price? Where is our sanity but there? Where is our pleasure but in working and resting kindly in the presence of this world? (pg. 215, Economy and Pleasure)
Wendell Berry
Practicality rules our perceptions. To survive, our tiny brains need to tame the blizzard ofdelusion generatorinformation that threatens to overwhelm us. Our perceptionsare wondrously flexible, transforming our worldviewautomatically and continuously until we find safe harbor ina comfortable delusion.
Scott Adams
Nector [speaking to Bernadette] could have told her, having drunk down the words of Nanapush, that comfort is not security and money in the hand disappears. He could have told her that only the land matters and never to let go of the papers, the titles, the tracks of the words, all those things that his ancestors never understood how the vital relationship to the dirt and grass under their feet.
Louise Erdrich
Last night as your breathingsettled into sleepwhat I heard was the half-forgotten sound, the velvet rush and hiss, the automatic clickas the record player's arm runs out, is brushed awayat the record's centre, the pulse of its subsidingoddly comforting.33 1/3 rpm. The knowledge that when the music ends, there will not be silence.
John Knowles
