Quotes About Reassurance

Seth approached the dog and let it sniff his hand. A warm tongue caressed his palm, and Seth rubbed the top of the animal's head. "You're a good boy," Seth said in his special voice reserved for babies and animals. "You're not going to eat me, right?

I was afraid to try Pellegrino for the first time." She looks over at me nervously—expecting me to… what, agree?—then at McDermott, who offers her a wan, tight smile. "But once I did, it was… fine.

Robby intentaba no gemir pero incluso borracho detecté el miedo en su voz. Carraspeé, con los ojos todavía cerrados. - ¿Qué quieres decir? - Creo que algo está subiendo las escaleras. Algo está arañando la puerta de mi cuarto. Según Robby por lo visto contesté: - Estoy seguro de que no es nada. Vuelve a la cama. - No puedo, papá - replicó Robby -. Tengo miedo. (Bueno, y yo. Bienvenido al club. Vete acostumbrando, porque no se pasa.)

So what? He's good to you and Hazel now, isn't he? Who cares if he's got history with some other broad?

I've always been just me, but I was the last to know that it was all right.

How men fear the chaos of the world, I thought, and the yawning eternity hereafter. So we build patterns to explain its terrible mysteries and reassure ourselves we are safe in this world and beyond.

On the other hand, it seemed to be working. For Samantha, anyway. And in comparison, my own relationship with Bernard was sorely lacking. Not only in sex, but in the simple fact that I still wasn't sure I was ever going to see him again. I guess the best thing about living with a guy is that you know you're going to see him again. I mean, he has to come home at some point, right?

It is always reassuring to discover that great writers are as fallible as oneself. W.B. Yeats once failed to obtain an academic post in Dublin because he misspelt the word 'professor' on his application.

Back to sleep, my babies," she said in a soothing voice. "Pa just went to the privy. I'm only taking him a light to see his way back. You know how your pa stumbles his toes in the night and then curses us for it. Back to sleep, the both of you. Everything is all right. Just takin' your pa a lamp.

Teatime put a comforting arm around his shoulders. Don't worry, he said. I'm on your side. A violent death is the last thing that'll happen to you.

Three very crowded hours went past. They involved quite a lot of phone calls, telexes, and faxes. Twenty-seven people were got out of bed in quick succession and they got another fifty-three out of bed, because if there is one thing a man wants to know when he's woken up in a panic at 4:00 A.M., it's that he's not alone.

The mere fact you're delivering any will help, I'm sure, said Professor Pelc, smiling like a doctor telling a man not to worry, the disease is only fatal in 87 per cent of cases.

Granny Weatherwax was stretched rigid on her bed. Her face was gray, her skin was cold. People had discovered her like this before, and it always caused embarrassment. So now she reassured visitors but tempted fate by always holding, in her rigid hands, a small handwritten sign which read: I ATE'NT DEAD.

I am not afraid of ghosts. My mother said they can't hurt you. Only the living can.

These days I settle for feeling only 85 percent sure about most things, most of the time. I believe this is keeping me sane, and I also believe that it's keeping me human. In fact, I'm 85 percent sure of it.

One day, you will say it to me again. You will be sober. And you will mean it.

That didn't reassure me much; Alphonse's idea of good manners consisted of remembering to bury all the bodies.

Words that were accompanied by her arm, which held him tightly, and by her warm, assured voice: she was an adult and she knew certain things. Security was part of his innermost core, and his entire life rested upon it.

I reach out to hug her, and we stand still a moment. Her embrace is solid, tight in a good way. I might come apart if she lets go. It's funny how you don't know you are a bunch of pieces until someone hugs you together.

He closes his hand around mine and I hold on. I like his hand. It's big and holds easy but sure. It's the kind of hold that says, I got you if you want me, but I'll let you go if you feel like running for a while.

I'm here. You're safe now. It's okay to remember. They can never hurt you again.

I am a kite in a tornado but I have a long string. There is tension in my line. Somewhere, someone is holding onto the other end and, although it cannot spare me this storm, it will not let me be lost while I regain my strength. It is enough.

Lass, doona fear me. No matter what happens, promise me you will not fear me. I am a good man, I vow I am.

I won't hurt you," he said, his voice low and urgent.