There's sometimes a tugging feeling you get to push further when you aren't being challenged enough or when things get too comfortable.
Change isn't always comfortable, but it always teaches us something of utmost importance – usually about ourselves – and we become better people for it.
Smoking had become my favorite thing in the world to do. It was like having instant comfort, no matter where or when.
It takes an aeon to shift position, get comfortable, let alone create a wave in this fishbowl full of glue. - from the poem 'Critical Mass
The desire for high status is never stronger than in situations where "ordinary" life fails to answer a median need for dignity and comfort.
I was just thinking how the purr of a contented cat is one of my favorite sounds in the world. There's something so comforting about it, isn't there?
the bible gives me a deep comforting sense that (things seen are temporal,and things unseen are eternal.
But the goal of the arts, culinary or otherwise, is not to increase our comfort. That is the goal of an easy chair.
I wouldn't be comfortable, but at least I'd have marginal protection against pointy steel objects that went stab in the night.
Regret is more than inevitable, it's a constant companion. A relationship that becomes comfortable. Regret never wants to break up.
Adventures, I reflected, are all very fine but a certain amount of civilised comfort forms the true kernel of our desires.
His lips are against my ear and I feel the warmth of his body surrounding me, caging me in, comforting me.
Silence is pure and holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking.
You need to train yourself to be comfortable with silence, particularly when dealing with cultures that respect silence more than we do in the West.
... there are things that outweigh comfort, unless one is an old woman or a cat.
If you're not comfortable enough with yourself or with your own truth when entering a relationship, then you're not ready for that relationship.
I travel because I become uncomfortable being too comfortable.
Music was a balm for any weary soul. It could either lift a person out of the doldrums or comfort him if there was no other solace to be had.
Every comforting word is a command from a man of action... While every word of command is commotion from a man of just words...
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.
I suspect each of us uses the past to prop up the bruised present. It’s a clumsy try for the comfort of normality.
