Quotes About Reassurance

Ruth looked for the water mark several times during the day. She knew it was there, would always be there, but she needed to confirm its presence. Like the keeper of the lighthouse and the prisoner, she regarded it as a mooring, a checkpoint, some stable visual object that assured her that the world was still there; that this was life and not a dream. That she was alive somewhere, inside, which she acknowledged to be true only because a thing she knew intimately was out there, outside herself.

For him, a universe imbued with the divine was not something to make you bow down but something to reassure you. The divinity of all things is normal, not awesome.

But it was the very reassurance that such men held out to their own constituency that allowed them to dismantle the authoritarian institutions they had once loyally served. And they, in turn, were succeeded by Socialists—Soáres, González, Papandreou—who convincingly reassured their own supporters of their unbroken radical credentials while implementing moderate and often unpopular economic policies forced upon them by circumstances.

There is no need to fear, he said, for you are here with me.

Schschscht«, machte Gideon. »Alles ist gut, Gwenny. Ich bin bei dir.« »Ja, du bist bei mir«, sagte ich und wiederholte gleich noch einmal, wie ein beruhigendes Mantra. »Du bist bei mir du bist bei mir du bist bei mir.«

Ich war so... erleichtert, dass du am Leben warst, dass ich mir eingeredet habe, für die Sache mit der Wunde würde es schon irgendeine logische Erklärung geben. Aber vorhin unter der Dusche, da ist mir plötzlich ein Licht aufgegangen." "Ah, das wird es sein. Ich habe noch nicht geduscht.

was reassuring after a day like they'd had, to be reminded that there were good things in the world, and good people, simple food cooked well, strangers sharing their kindness indiscriminately. Dan had been outside that virtuous circle himself for most of his adult life, but he was grateful to be inside it now.

What I wanted from food was companionship, comfort, reassurance, a sense of warmth and well-being that was hard for me to find in my own life, even in my own home.

I wanted to talk to her when she hadn't just been hit on the head. I wanted to know if she'd still like me when she wasn't woozy.

I pulled her hand farther around my waist. She leaned her head between my shoulder blades, muttering to herself

Is something wrong? (Callie) How could anything be wrong while I have you in my arms? (Sin)

Don't be scared, puppy dog, little frog, little duck, duckie dog. It's just rain.

In the almost film-like flitting-by of modern life, a man needs something to tell him, from time to time, that he is still himself, and nothing can give him this assurance in so comforting a manner as the "four feet trotting behind".

To get a hug from your dad makes you feel safer than just about anything in the world, and in his arms, you don't have to be brave or strong or selfless. You're daddy's little girl again, and just knowing he's there makes everything a little better, even if it doesn't really change anything.

She missed her dad with a constant ache. She missed the reassurance, the comfort a good father brings a daughter.

This is not goodbye forever, my sweet girl, only for now. We love you with all of our hearts....

The main thing I sense is...darkness." As soon as the words were out I realized how awful they sounded, so I rushed to clarify, "But it's not a bad darkness. It's more like a warm-summer-night kind of darkenss, not the monster-under-the-bed kind of darkness.

We now have a workforce full of people who need constant reassurance and can't take criticism.

It's not like you can ever say I starved you or deprived you. You're safe.

That's what people who love you do: they hold you and lie. They tell you that you're worthy, that everything will be all right, and they do that even when you both know without a doubt that this is not true, that is it nowhere near the truth.

You like me?" I repeat, because, well, I want to be really, really sure that I heard him right. This is not the sort of thing you want to get wrong. He nods and says, "Very much." "You like me very much?" He lets go of my hands and touches my check. "Too much." "Too much?" Trying to keep my voice calm, I say, "No such thing.

Sometimes, when you are scared, it just helps knowing that someone else is here.

That's how it is, he told himself. If you dread something enough, even your worst fears coming true brings comfort.

So you've stopped thinking you're going to die? Oh, I'm more certain of it than ever. But I've stopped being scared.