“As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be?”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“A library is a good place to go when you feel unhappy, for there, in a book, you may find encouragement and comfort. A library is a good place to go when you feel bewildered or undecided, for there, in a book, you may have your question answered. Books are good company, in sad times and happy times, for books are people - people who have managed to stay alive by hiding between the covers of a book."

[Letters of Note; Troy (MI, USA) Public Library, 1971]”
― E.B. White

“IN THE HANDS OF MAN

He who creates a poison, also has the cure.
He who creates a virus, also has the antidote.
He who creates chaos, also has the ability to create peace.
He who sparks hate, also has the ability to transform it to love.
He who creates misery, also has the ability to destroy it with kindness.
He who creates sadness, also has the ability to to covert it to happiness.
He who creates darkness, can also be awakened to produce illumination.
He who spreads fear, can also be shaken to spread comfort.
Any problems created by the left hand of man,
Can also be solved with the right,
For he who manifests anything,
Also has the ability to
Destroy it.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“It's calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.”
― Fiona Apple

“Your own space, man, it's so important. That's why we were doomed because we didn't have any. It is like monkeys in a zoo. They die. You know, everything needs to be left alone.”
― George Harrison, I, Me, Mine

“At that time, I well remember whatever could excite - certain accidents of the weather, for instance, were almost dreaded by me, because they woke the being I was always lulling, and stirred up a craving cry I could not satisfy. One night a thunder-storm broke; a sort of hurricane shook us in our beds: the Catholics rose in panic and prayed to their saints. As for me, the tempest took hold of me with tyranny: I was roughly roused and obliged to live. I got up and dressed myself, and creeping outside the basement close by my bed, sat on its ledge, with my feet on the roof of a lower adjoining building. It was wet, it was wild, it was pitch dark. Within the dormitory they gathered round the night-lamp in consternation, praying loud. I could not go in: too resistless was the delight of staying with the wild hour, black and full of thunder, pealing out such an ode as language never delivered to man - too terribly glorious, the spectacle of clouds, split and pierced by white and blinding bolts.”
― Charlotte Brontë

“He found solace in what he wrote. It was an attempt to discover who he was at the moment.”
― Brian Krans, A Constant Suicide

“Heaven is a place where all the dogs you've ever loved come to greet you.”
― Oliver Gaspirtz, Pet Humor!

“I am filled time and again
with a heart-aching wonder
when I think

of the fire
and frost of memories

of the everlastingness
of love

the solace
of family
and the power
of prayer.”
― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence

“The artist’s rendition displayed evidence of a warped mind. Malevolence flaunted in the form of a portrait painted with blood.”
― Steve Rush, Lethal Impulse

“No art can possibly comfort HER then, even though art is credited with so many things, especially an ability to offer solace. Sometimes, of course, art creates the suffering in the first place.”
― Elfriede Jelinek, The Piano Teacher

“..i spill into
the kind of silence
only Khalil Gibran would understand.”
― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence

“As long as you're alive...
...you can't put life on hold like you can with a game-so that's why...
...those brief respites...
...when you can forget all the bitterness and pain...
they let you take a breath...
...and calm your heart.

If you don't give yourself that kind of time...
...living on just becomes, every so often-it gets to be too painful.”
― Hotaru Odagiri, The Betrayal Knows My Name, Volume 03

“A garden is a delight to the eye and a solace for the soul.”
― Saadi

“The woodland made it impossible to run in a straight line. She ran deeper, unsure of her bearing or when she might find civilization. Headlights ahead to the right preceded a drumming of tires on the pavement. The truck stopped. Sharnee altered her course toward the truck and screamed. Fifteen seconds later she pitched forward as if someone grabbed her ankle and threw her to the ground.”
― Steve Rush, Lethal Impulse

“The door knocker's a knocking fist, or it's meant to be, but it makes him think of a punch in the gob.”
― Lesley Glaister, A Particular Man

“On a Fine Morning”
in Poems of the Past and the Present (1901)

WHENCE comes Solace?--Not from seeing
What is doing, suffering, being,
Not from noting Life’s conditions,
Nor from heeding Time’s monitions;
But in cleaving to the Dream,
And in gazing at the gleam
Whereby gray things golden seem.

This do I this heyday, holding
Shadows but as lights unfolding,
As no specious show this moment
With its iris-hued embowment;
But as nothing other than
Part of a benignant plan;
Proof that earth was made for man.”
― Thomas Hardy

“I lost God in the jungle. Before that, I had the normal sort of watery English Christianity. Out there some men got more religious, others lost it. What kind of god would allow this? etc.”
― Lesley Glaister, A Particular Man

“(Streets of Sorrow)
Oh, farewell you streets of sorrow
Oh, farewell you streets of pain
I'll not return to feel more sorrow
Through the years I've lived through terror
And in the darkened streets, the pain
Oh, how I long to find some solace
In my mind, I curse the strain
So, farewell, you streets of sorrow
And, farewell, you streets of pain”
― The Pogues

“Sometimes John had recorded new compositions, or lines from his new poems. Sometimes he'd just record a busy night in The Green Man. Sometimes sheep, seals, skylarks, the wind turbine. If Liam were home there would be some Liam. The summer fair. The Fastnet Race. I would unfold my map of Clear Island. Those tapes prised the lid off homesickness and rattled out the contents, but always at the bottom was solace.”
― David Mitchell, Ghostwritten

“In all these sights I achieve solace only in bringing forth trees, picturing them blooming like smoke from the roofs of gutted buildings, dreaming of what a fine and picturesque pile of rubble this city will someday make.”
― Tod Wodicka, All Shall Be Well; And All Shall Be Well; And All Manner of Things Shall Be Well

“In our springtime
there is no better,
there is no worse.

Blossoming branches
burgeon as the must.

Some are long,
some are short.'

Stay upright.
Stay with life.”
― Cyril Pedrosa, Three Shadows

“Grief is paradoxical: you know you must let go, and yet letting go cannot happen all at once. The literature of mourning enacts that dilemma; its solace lies in the ritual of remembering the dead and then saying, There is no solace, and also, This has been going on a long time.”
― Meghan O'Rourke, The Long Goodbye

“…it was during a period he had so much time on his hands that he felt that time had stopped.

How could time have stopped?

‘Because,’ he said, ‘and you will understand this when you are older, sometimes you feel that everything around you has come to an end. You feel that you are completely alone, that time is frozen and that you are invisible. At first, you might feel exhilarated by the sense of freedom, but then you’ll be frightened that you are lost and you will never be able to go back.’

He explained that when he first felt this, he had been isolated and afraid and had prised open his watch case to verify that time was indeed passing. The rhythm of the watch might have been imagined. Sound was not enough, he needed to see and touch it. It was the first time that he had dismantled a mechanism. The turning wheels, ticking each second away, had reassured him.

It was then that he had comprehended the importance of time.”
― Ariana Neumann, When Time Stopped: A Memoir of My Father's War and What Remains

“She finds her solace in his diary. He finds himself in her memories. And two bodies playing two different characters in a story.”
― Nitya Prakash

“She hadn't realized how badly she'd missed this: sinking into the solace of words, letting the authors steer her toward answers or, at least, better questions.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, The Spellshop

“A genuine show of love is like a light kindled in a dark room. It changes the whole atmosphere.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, These Words Pour Like Rain

“The Word of God gives strength to the weak, upliftment to the meek, solace to those who weep, and provision to those in need.”
― Gift Gugu Mona, The Infallible Word of God: 365 Inspirational Quotes

“The Word of God is a testament to His endless love and compassion for humankind. In its sacred verses, solace and strength are found.”
― Gift Gugu Mona, The Infallible Word of God: 365 Inspirational Quotes

“The Word of God is a call to a place of peace and victory, where solace and strength exist abundantly.”
― Gift Gugu Mona, The Infallible Word of God: 365 Inspirational Quotes