Our comfort is, we know where Pete and Patty are -- together in Heaven.

She felt it a threat. Everybody has a different comfort level with alligators.

Catherine had never wanted comfort more, and [Henry] looked as if he was aware of it.

Far from mortal cares retreating, Sordid hopes and vain desires, Here, our willing footsteps meeting, Every heart to heaven aspires.

So what should we do with our last few days?”
“I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you,” Peete replies.
“Come on, then,” I say, pulling him into my room.
It feels like a luxury, sleeping with Peeta again. I didn’t realize until now how starved I’ve been for human closeness. For the feel of him beside me in the darkness.

Anything that allows people to get back into their comfort zones will allow stocks and bonds to go up a little bit.