Quotes About Comfort

Marriage is good for those who are afraid to sleep alone at night.

My Five senses of you, my cabin crew...Seeing your fair face, makes me happy. Hearing your sweet voice, makes me calm. Smelling your honey scented hair, energize me. Touching your soft skins, makes me feel so safe...and knowing that you'll be flying again, kills me...

May my heart be your shelter, and my arms be your home.

make sense out of what he couldn't see. "Help me." Definitely a woman. "I'll get you out." "Don't leave me, please." Her voice broke. Her arms clamped around him as if she were hanging on to save her life. In her mind, she probably was. He wrapped his arms around her. In the dark he couldn't see anything. She seemed young. She'd come at him fast. But someone older, running

Just rest another minute, Cass. You needed to cry those tears. You've been through a terrible time. Just let me hold you.

Try an' get some rest, darlin'." Clay pressed her back against her pillow. Sophie nodded. Clay stood and took a couple of steps toward the door. He paused and looked back at her, and then he awkwardly came back, leaned over, and kissed her on the forehead, then the cheek, then her lips. He brushed her hair back again. "You and the girls, and this life I've got myself into, will always be a miracle to me, Sophie.

I liked the food I got; I did not know any other, and hunger is a good cook. I liked our shack. Its being overcrowded only meant womblike security to me. Again

I had food, love, a place to sleep, and a warm, potbellied, wood-fed stove to sit near in the winter. I needed nothing more. Finally

There's a saying in Hebrew, 'No matter how dark the tapestry God weaves for us, there's always a thread of grace.

It was our story. It didn't have to have a happy beginning or a happy ending, but the middle was a feast at a banquet, a rich soapy bath, a night's rest at an inn and full stomach, a warm chest nestled up against my back, the soft heat of lips at my nape, stories whispered in my ear.

I started to stand, but Yvet stopped me and leaned forward to kiss my injured cheek, her little lips moist against my skin. "It won't hurt for long, Miz. Be brave." I swallowed, trying to answer without turning into a blathering fool. "I'll try, Yvet. I'll try to be as brave as you."

But last night—I swallowed, remembering how they looked together when I went to check on Lia during the night. I had seen his hand resting on her bed and her hand curled over his. Both of them were asleep, peaceful. I backed out of the room quietly so they wouldn't see me. Maybe that was what had given me the courage to tell her the truth.

like it better, nothing like sunshine dried right into your clothes.

And all I want is to hold her and make the rest of the world go away.

His voice was warm and slow and reminded me of the gentle rumble of a distant summer storm--so inviting at a distance. And those eyes again, the ones that made me feel naked, like he saw beneath my skin. I knew I couldn't sit down and tell him my worries, but his steadfast gaze made me want to.

What did they do to you, Kazi?" His voice was low, earnest. Even in the dim light, I was able to see the worry in his eyes. I pretended I didn't know what he was talking about. "Who did what?" "Who made you afraid of an open world? An open sky? Was it Venda? Your parents?" "No one did anything," I answered quietly. "Then hold on to me," he said. "Let me show you the stars.

Who made you afraid of an open world? An open sky? Was it Venda? Your parents?" "No one did anything," I answered quietly. "Then hold on to me," he said. "Let me show you the stars.

I think I don't care anymore, as long as you're in my arms.

The spoon tumbled from my hand, and I fell down onto his chest, holding him, my face pressed into his neck. His arms circled around me, holding me as tight as I held him.

It was our story. It didn't have to have a happy beginning or a happy ending, but the middle was a feast at a banquet, a rich, soapy bath, a night's rest at an inn and a full stomach, a warm chest nestled up against my back, the soft heat of lips at my nape, stories whispered in my ear.

Then hold on to me," he said. "Let me show you the stars.

Pasaré por casa de Kate. Cuando muere un ser querido los amigos vienen a verte los dos primeros días, pero es después del entierro cuando la persona que permanece en esta vida se da cuenta de que nunca volverá a ver esa cara ni oír esa voz. Es entonces cuando los amigos son realmente necesarios.

If you could live anywhere in the world where would you live " "Right here " Enzo replies. "In your arms.

We rarely get the families we deserve, baby girl. That's what chocolate is for.