Comfort Objects Quotes

gods are children's blankets that get carried over into adulthood.

I'm afraid of the dark, so I have a lot of night-lights.

I don't know any kid that's not afraid at some point going to bed with the lights off, totally. That's why they make nightlights.

I never liked sleeping in the dark. I have, like, twinkle stars around my bed, so it's not so bad.

Bedtime rituals for children ease the way to the elsewhere of slumber - teeth brushing and pajamas, the voice of a parent reading, the feel and smell of the old blanket or toy, the nightlight glowing in a corner.

I like to touch things. In my house I have a lot of velvet drapes and thick, lush couches.

We all have our security blankets in this world. Some are just sharper than others.

A teddy bear is your childhood wrapped up in faded yellow fur, and as such, he commands affection long after he is out grown.

Some people have written that my writing has helped them go on. It has helped me too. The writing, the roses, the 9 cats.

My sister called her pillow a pilgo. My brother called his pacifier his nimma. But I don't think I was much of a word generator myself.

My phone is key. This is because I like listening to music, and often, not travelling with it would be a killer. I also love my bed, but unfortunately I can't travel with it, but if I could I would.

To avoid depression while travelling, I always take loads of items that make me feel connected with home. I can't even explain the joy I felt when I realised I'd remembered to pack my vanilla and mango scented beard oil. The feeling of euphoria was similar to my kids being born.

I don't have those superstitious ticks that people have to have something for the road. I like to have good food on the bus, my own pillow, and onesies. Onesies are a must.

You can talk about movies all you want, but I have this porcelain fetish. I've had it since I was a kid, because there were so many kids in my family, the only place I had any solace was in the bathroom.

Human beings must love something, and, in the dearth of worthier objects of affection, I contrived to find a pleasure in loving and cherishing a faded graven image, shabby as a miniature scarecrow. It puzzles me now to remember with what absurd sincerity I doated on this little toy, half fancying it alive and capable of sensation. I could not sleep unless it was folded in my night-gown; and when it lay there safe and warm, I was comparatively happy, believing it to be happy likewise.

I was scared of the dark. Ohhhh, I'd do anything not to have to sleep on my own. I'd get in bed and cover myself with dolls and teddy bears.

I tend to write some, then outline some, then delete some, then go back and rewrite some. I love revising and hate first drafts. I have to wear bedroom slippers. My current favorites come from the Zetter Hotel in London. They have little tobacco pipes on the toes.

I wanted to feel at home so I've brought Yorkshire Tea Bags in my suitcase, as well as my slippers!

I was afraid of the dark until I was, like, 15 and slept with a nightlight.

Bakers get excited over aprons. I love the soft cotton ones with pockets like my gramma and mom wore. They always kept a hankie tucked in one pocket, which wasn't sanitary, but was comforting to the child who needed a tear or nose wiped.

I also have intense relationships with furniture... probably because we practically had none when I was growing up.

I don't have any superstitions, but what I always travel with is my pillow and my coffee.

Honestly, the most excited I've ever been for Christmas is when I get a big fluffy blanket.