Quotes About Reassurance

What if you get eaten?" "You won't let that happen." "Honestly, I'm annoyed. I just might.

You're going to protect me, right?" "Define 'protect.'" "You're not going to let it eat me." "Not all of you. That's a promise.

If men only felt about death as they do about sleep, all terrors would cease. . . Men sleep contentedly, assured that they will wake the following morning. They should feel the same about their lives.

The more someone assures you that everything is okay, the more you can be assured that it's not.

There is no danger. It is not getting dark , we want to say.

No need to worry. Everything's under control." "It is?" "Not my control, but somebody's.

we all need reassurance and encouragement. We're human, and that's how we work

Pity can purge us of hostility and arouse feelings of identification with the characters, but it can also be a consoling reassurance which leads us to believe that we have understood, and that, in pitying, we have even done something to right a wrong.

Wait. You think I'm going to die? That's why you slept with me?

It's okay. Everything's going to be okay. You can let go of the sword." "I can't. I can't leave him alone. I have to protect him." "You have.

I opened my eyes and met his dark, earnest gaze. "It's okay," I said. "It's okay now. I'm here I'll always be here for you.

Don't worry, I won't bite. At least not in the way you're afraid of.

Don't worry, I won't bite. Well, at least not in the way you're afraid of." He chuckled at his own joke. - Christian Ozera.

In this one terrified moment, my mind couldn't focus on any of it. "I've forgotten everything." "No, you haven't." His voice in the darkness was calm and reassuring. He smoothed back my hair and pressed one of those half kisses to my forehead. "Just relax and focus." "His reasonable words centered me and allowed the gears of logic that ran my life to take over again.

A strange, warm feeling swirled in my chest, and for a brief moment, when I looked at him, I saw...safety

She snuggled back under the blanket with me, turned toward me so that she could rest her head on my chest. "I hear your heart," she said. "Do you check every once in a while, just to make sure I'm not undead?

So," I said at last, staring at my hands. "How's, uh, your car?" "I left it out on the street. Figured it'll be fine there while I'm gone.

Carter leaned toward me and brushed the hair away from the side of my face. "Don't look down then," he whispered.

Please be careful," he repeated. "Come back safe." "I will." On impulse I took off my cross necklace and pressed it into his hand. "This time, keep it for real. Hold onto it until I return. If you get too worried, look at it and know that I'll have to come back for it. It goes really well with khakis and neutral colors.

It's not over, Roza. Do you really think there's anywhere in the World where I can't find you?

She clung to me and stammered out, "I don't want to sleep with the lights out." "You don't ever have to sleep in the dark again," I swore to her.

I'm taking care of you. You don't need to know anything else.

Her encouragement and reassurance were constant and extravagant. Once, not seeing her at a public function, he demanded, with something of his old snarl, "Where's Lady Bird?" and she replied, "Right behind you, darling. Where I've always been." At a conference at which he became agitated, she slipped him a note. "Don't let anybody upset you. You'll do the right thing. You're a good man.

It's all right, he said, wondering at the same time why there were no better words, why there never are any better words to answer fear and grief and loneliness. It's all right, believe me.