Georgia O'Keeffe Quotes

Words of comfort, skillfully administered, are the oldest therapy known to man.

Water is always a support or a healing thing apart from, you know, love or peace of mind.

I talk to Simon, I write to him. I never used to write a diary. But now I'm writing a diary to him. I think it's not just me, but lots of others, family and friends, can still feel him around.

Food is a huge source of comfort for me.

Music was my solace, my refuge.

The music is supposed to be healing.

The tea was a comfort - and by that time I more than needed comfort.

Scratching is one of nature's sweetest gratifications, and nearest at hand.

There were thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and the ruins, and you were the miracle.

As a comforter, philosophy cannot compete with a good dinner.

If you thirst you may drink.

Letters were first invented for consoling such solitary wretches as myself. Having lost the substantial pleasures of seeing and possessing you, I shall in some measure compensate this loss by the satisfaction I shall find in your writing.

Solace? That's why God made fermented beverages and the blues.

I use the name and the thought very, very easily as a sort of comfort - as a kind of comfort, in some way. And in that way, it's just like having a friend, I suppose.

Time will bring healing.

Friends seem to be like aspirin; we don't really know why they make a sick person feel better, but they do.

I believe in sending a lot of letters and notes to friends.

There is always a comforting thought in time of trouble when it is not our trouble.

A pleasant letter I hold to be the pleasantest thing that this world has to give.

letters are so much easier than living. One can give one's best.

For it is said, you know, that a letter will always seek a reader; that sooner or later, like it or not, words have a way of finding the light, of making their secrets known.

Let us never underestimate the power of a well-written letter.

Possibly the only good to come out of these nightmares was that it brought Hans Hubermann, her new papa, into the room, to soothe her, to love her. He came every night and sat with her. The first couple of times, he simply stayed - a stranger to kill the aloneness. A few nights after that, he whispered, "Shhh, I'm here, it's all right." After three weeks he held her. Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness. The girl knew from the outset that Hans Hubermann would always appear midscream, and he would not leave. (36)

Our correspondences have wings - paper birds that fly from my house to yours - flocks of ideas crisscrossing the country. Once opened, a connection is made. We are not alone in the world.

There are so many people I would love to meet and say thank you for posting their videos, because hearing their stories and everything comforted me.