Quotes About Reassurance

I do know who you are. I just needed to be reminded.

The beauty of artifacts is in how they reassure us we're not the first to die.

You know you are getting old when people tell you how good you look.

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.

God isn't going to scribble across the sky, The shark is gone.

It is over, isn't it?" Trustingly, he seemed to be waiting for her to tell him, as if she would know. As if hearing himself say it meant nothing; he had a dubious attitude toward his own words; they didn't become real, not until she agreed. "It's over," she said.

One invisible puff-puff whisk of economically priced Ubik banishes compulsive obsessive fears that the entire world is turning into clotted milk, worn-out tape recorders and obsolete iron-cage elevators, plus other, further, as-yet-unglimpsed manifestations of decay.

Doesn't it scare you having your death close by all the time? said Lyra. Why ever would it? If he's there, you can keep an eye on him. I'd be a lot more nervous not knowing where he was.

His massive, plain, blunt presence was enough to calm them.

This culture-of-watching's relation to the cycle of indulgence, guilt, and reassurance has important consequences for U.S. art

It's okay, Kyle. It's only air. You breathe it all the time. It's the same air we have at home.

Let me give you some advice that has helped me in such times. Stop and ask yourself a few questions to get reoriented. Is God good? Has He been good to me? Does His Word light the path ahead of me? Are His grace and provision sufficient for all my needs? Has He met my needs in the past? Has He given me promises to bear me through the difficulty? Yes, yes, and yes!

The Bible assures us that a morning will dawn bright and glorious someday. All the sorrow and sadness and difficulty we've known in the darkened skies of life will vanish. The Lord will return for us at the daybreak of eternity, and there will be no more weeping, no more pain or suffering, no more broken hearts. There will be no more valleys plunging away from the peaks. He will dry every tear, and there will be joy in that great morning.

After working for so long on being sure of each other, sure of this thing, suddenly we were unsure again.

It's okay, I say-perhaps the biggest lie of all. But it's one of those things you do. You say something like It's okay not because it is, in fact, okay, but because you're hoping these words will somehow make it okay. Even though they never, ever do.

We never figured out whether I need to be more reassuring or if he just needs reassurance too much. We both try to readjust our settings to make it okay

I look for that confirmation that if I didn't have you, I'd still be a person someone would want.

I don't believe a word you're saying... but say it again.

Being a comfort is itself pretty comforting.

She said moments like this were like waking up in the middle of the night: You're scared, you're disoriented, and you're completely convinced you're right. But then you stay awake a little longer and you realize things aren't as fearful as they seem." Excerpt From: David Levithan. "The Lover's Dictionary." iBooks.

Hugh consoled me, saying, Don't let it get to you. There are plenty of things you're good at. When asked for some examples, he listed vacuuming and naming stuffed animals. He says he can probably come up with a few more, but he'll need some time to think.

I had discovered, or rediscoverd, that crying is a pleasure—that it can be a pleasure beyond all reckoning if your head is pressed in your mother's waist and her hands are on your back, and if she happens to be wearing clean clothes.

When a woman starts fussing over some physical defect, deny, deny, deny. Particularly if she says, "Tell me the truth.

I asked my body if it was going to die or not from AIDS. And it said 'no.' I sort of paid attention to that.