Quotes About Reassurance

One of the hobs who used to work here, Nell Uther, would find me and guide me back to my room, telling me that if I couldn't sleep, then I ought to just close my eyes and lie still. That at least my body could rest, even if my mind wouldn't.

My word isn't worth much,' I remind him. 'So you keep saying.' He raises his brows. 'It's not comforting, I've got to tell you.

There is no need to cry, lad; there is a God for us all," said an old sailor, with rough kindliness in his thick voice.

You'll be fine," said Jane, giving

Madeleine thought, "thank you darling, because that always works, doesn't it, telling a woman to calm down

And maybe she didn't need to go ahead with the Plan after all. Maybe it was going to be OK. Maybe that clamping sensation around her head was gone.

fares for the ship?' 'I'll see to it,' Joe reassured her. 'And look, if you want Dottie and me to come with you, I'm sure she wouldn't mind. We meant to stay here for the winter but we could easily change our plans. I reckon she'd be all right on the journey now, especially if you were there too.' He

I was feeling safe. Not the kind of safe where you know there are still bad things howling outside the door waiting to get in. No, it was the kind of safe where you sink down in your bed at the end of the day and know you can go to sleep and everything is going to be the same tomorrow.

Okay. I'll deal with Benjamin. You're safe, okay? Nothing's gonna happen." His mouth pulled tight against itself. And now I was having some sort of heart attack. Because when he looked at me like that, my chest started to feel like it was turned inside out. "Promise." And that—the promise, the way he said it with utter certainty—was enough to make me tear up again.

A hand closed around her arm, warm and hard, and it could possibly have been comforting if she had possessed the faintest idea whose appendage it was.

He had settled down some now, his rage reduced to a simmer, rather than a boil, but Katie did not want to see it provoked again. She rubbed her arms ruefully, conscious of probable bruises tomorrow, and wondered that she wasn't more shaken than she was. In a strange sort of way, she had found Sacha's anger reassuring, but rather than investigate the meaning of that puzzle, she sought to think of something else.

That's the wall I always slam into on a good morning like this. My mother will be worrying about me, and I can't tell her that I'm okay.

I love these geese. They make my chest feel tight and full and help me believe that things will be alright again, that I will pass through this time as I have passed through other times, that the vast and threatening blank ahead of me is a mere specter, that life is lighter and more playful than I'm giving it credit for. (5)

Oh sweetie.' He hugs me hard. 'It's okay. It's gonna be okay.' It's so much easier to cry when there are arms around you.

In the physical world we know, nothing lasts forever – a thought I find strangely comforting.

Research shows that teens with empathetic parents actually have lower levels of systemic inflammation—a biological marker of emotional stress—but we tend to breeze right past offering empathy and instead serve up reassurance.

A hug is not always the right answer, you know. But as she felt his arms around her, his warm breath against the crown of her head, she thought that it might not be an answer, but it was certainly better than yet another question.

He'd cried and buried his wet face in her shoulder and told her that he was not worthy, that she could leave him, that he wouldn't blame her, that this was not what she'd signed up for, less than she deserved. She had stroked his hair and soothed him and told him that she was not with him for his money, that she was with him because she loved him. She loved him. She loved him.

There was nothing more worrying than being told there was nothing to worry about when you hadn't been worrying in the first place.

It's me, love," he said softly. "Everything's all right." Daisy managed to whisper through dry lips. "If you're a ghost...I hope you haunt me forever." Matthew sat on the floor and reached for her cold hands. "Would a ghost use the door?" he asked gently, bringing her fingers to his scratched, battered face.

Be happy, honey. No one deserves it more. But don't forget... I'm keeping one little piece of your heart for myself. And if you ever want it back.. .you know where to find it.

His quiet certainty made the ground beneath my feet feel solid. Like someday everything might actually be okay.

She heard the trace of fear in his voice. The fear that a small boy must have felt when every woman he loved had disappeared from his life, swept away by a merciless fever. She didn't know how to reassure him, or how to console his long-ago grief.

His hand passed repeatedly over her hair in the gentlest of caresses, and she heard him murmur in his dark-angel voice, "Rest, my love. I'm watching over you.