Quotes About Reassurance

But at one point, Craig was talking about something, and Sam turned to me and smiled. It was a movie smile in slow motion, and then everything was okay.

Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. Pooh! he whispered. Yes, Piglet? Nothing, said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw. I just wanted to be sure of you.

We look to statistics for reassurance in these types of situations. Here is one: 100% of mass shootings have been enabled by access to guns. I can guarantee that even if there were a genotype shared by the mass shooters, which there will not be, none of the killings would have happened if they didn't have guns.

I take care of your children like the priceless jewels that they are and I don't expect a thank-you for my efforts. You never have to worry about our kids because you know no harm will come to them in my care. Do you have any idea what a burden I have taken off your shoulders? The ability to relieve another human being of worry and anxiety is the single greatest act of love one can do for another and I do it for you.

We chase after more exciting others, not in the belief that life with them will be more harmonious, but out of an unconscious sense that it will be reassuringly familiar in its patterns of frustration. He

But reassurance can be the cruelest antidote to anxiety. Our rosy predictions both leave the anxious unprepared for the worst.

Yet conquering distance and gaining assurances that we are needed aren't exercises to be performed only once; they have to be repeated every time there's been a break -- a day away, a busy period, an evening at work -- for every interlude has the power once again to raise the question of whether or not we are still wanted.

Fred started to follow, but Nita caught him in cupped hands, holding him back for a moment. "Fred! Did we do right?" Even here she couldn't keep the pain out of her question, the fear that she could have somehow have prevented his death. But Fred radiated a serene and wondering joy that took her breath and reassured her and filled her with wonder to match his, all at once. Go find out , he said.

It is amazing to realize what a marvelously complex series of events are constantly being woven behind our backs without our knowledge. It seems that everything has a meaning, if not in our lives, then in someone else's. It is also reassuring that a higher intelligence is keeping track of it all.

They appreciate what we're doing, what we've agreed to do and they want us to know that we'll be cared for. We'll be looked after and helped and they want us to remember this.

The thing about getting older is that you don't need everything to be possible any more, you just need things to be certain.

There is little in life so reassuring as a genuine welcome.

Everything is going to be okay. You are going to be okay. You may already be okay.

It's okay to laugh you know. The earth is not going to split open. You're not going to hell. Believe me.

As many times as I told her she was beautiful, I know that she never believed me. As many times as I said it didn't matter, I knew that to her it did.

How very strange that someone she had met so briefly, under such extraordinary circumstances, should turn out to be able to pinpoint exactly what she was feeling, and how. Or, rather, take what she was feeling and make her feel so very much better about it.

For the briefest of moments his eyes search mine, and I know he's looking for reassurance. That's when I put my arms around him and hug him tight to me, tight enough that he knows I'm here; I won't let go.

I tighten my fingers around his. If we just hold on tight enough, it will all be okay.

My mother was good at that, making people feel normal. Safe. Like as long as she was there, nothing truly bad could happen.

And I'm certain, I'm so suddenly certain that everything is exactly the way it's supposed to be, that I don't have to be so afraid of good-bye, because good-bye doesn't have to be forever.

And then he's kissing me; his mouth is urgent against mine, like he's searching for some sort of reassurance, some kind of promise only I can give.

Are we together now?" is what I'm wondering, but I don't ask, because he puts his arm around me and tilts my head up to his, and I'm nervous again. "Don't be nervous," he says.

Thing feels good and normal and the same, which is a comfort.

Don't you worry your pretty little head.