Quotes About Reassurance

I'd like to be sitting here five years from now, Marshal, and know you're still in the world. Teddy looked down at the hand on his knee. Looked up at Cawley. I would too, he said softly.

I know what it felt . . . like when I . . . thought you were dead, and- A small gasp for breath, and her eyes locked on his. And I wouldn't do that to you. Her bosom fell and her eyes closed. It was a long moment before he could speak. Thank ye, Sassenach, he whispered, and held her small, cold hand between his own and watched her breathe until the moon rose.

Ye need not be scairt of me," he said softly. "Nor of anyone here, so long as I'm with ye.

I believe you," he said firmly. "I dinna understand it a bit—not yet—but I believe you. Claire, I believe you! Listen to me! There's the truth between us, you and I, and whatever ye tell me, I shall believe it." He gave me a gentle shake. "It doesna matter what it is. You've told me. That's enough for now. Be still, mo duinne. Lay your head and rest. You'll tell me the rest of it later. And I'll believe you.

Dinna fash yourself, Sassenach. Ye canna say more than ye know, but tell me it all, just once more.

Would he ever come back? He wondered. The water filled his ears with its own rush, and he was comforted by the realization that, in fact, he never left.

Daddy, Daddy Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â "I'm here," he whispered into Jem's hair, the tears running down his own face. "I'm here, I'm here. Don't be afraid." Jem took a shuddering breath

Don't be afraid," he whispered into my hair. "There's the two of us now." I felt warm, soothed, and safe.

My dear daughter, As you will see if ever you receive this, we are alive. . . .

up, no?" said Ian soothingly. "Come now, mi dhu, ye shouldna worrit yourself, it's bad for the babe. And the shouting troubles wee Jamie too." He reached out for his son, who was whimpering, not

I held him to my breast, arms tight around the broad, shaking shoulders, and my own tears fell on his hair, making small dark patches in the ruddy waves. I pressed my cheek against the top of his head, and murmured small incoherent things to him as though he were Brianna. I thought to myself that perhaps it was like surgery—even when an operation is done to repair existing damage, the healing still is painful.

Personally, I love lists. They're very soothing. You usually write them slowly, so they're tidy-looking even if you don't have good handwriting. They also give you a sense of reassurance that you really do know what you're doing, and they incite the pleasant delusion that Things Are Under Control. Unfortunately, once I've written a list, I find that I don't want to do anything on it.17

It will be all right," he said, taking her hand. "We will succeed—and we will rescue Señor Stubbs. I promise you.

reached out and squeezed Fiona's hand. She

Don't be afraid," he whispered into my hair. "There's the two of us now." I felt warm, soothed, and safe for the first time in many days.

He put his arm around her and drew her head down on his shoulder, and they sat silently together, waiting for the light to come back.

My security is assured everywhere, and at any moment.

You want to put a man at ease.

I really want to put people at ease and tell them things are going to be all right.

Hello! It could only have been Andre, but she replaced the receiver instantly, reaching for the tiny, crumpled scrap of paper and tucking it under her pillow as she dozed off again, struck by another dream at the edge of sleep, and clutching her head and her heart because she didn't know where all the blood was coming from. Nonetheless she kept repeating: It's nothing, it's nothing, nothing else can happen to me now. Something might happen to me, but nothing has to happen.

Night fell, the first I had spent not embracing a rock, and perhaps for this reason it seemed cruelly shorter to me. The light tended at every moment to erase Ayl, to cast a doubt on her presence, but the darkness restored my certainty she was there.

the presence of the others reassured me, created an inhabited zone around me, freed me from the fear of being an alarming exception, which I would have been if the fact of existing had been my fate alone, a kind of exile.

Don't worry. You're just as sane as I am.

Breathe, sweetheart." A warm palm cupped her cheek, lips touched her brow. Gray.