Quotes About Comfort

You okay now ?" he asked. "Okay." He tightened his arms and lifted me off my feet. "Mercy?" he growled into my ear. I wrapped my legs around his waist. " Yeah" , I said. "Me too.

Warren made a noise, the first one I'd heard out of him since we'd come into the room. I'd have been happier if he hadn't sounded scared. "Easy, Warren," Adam told him. "You're safe here." "If you die on us, you won't be," said Kyle with a growl that would have done credit to any of the werewolves in the room.

Pack is for comfort when you hurt, I thought, putting my head back down. And for the first time in a long time, maybe the first time ever, I appreciated being a part of one.

She was on the far side, leaving two cold feet of mattress between them. He knew that she'd fall asleep like that... and then gradually move over until she was plastered against him. Then he could go to sleep, too.

Charles was most comfortable by himself or, if that wasn't possible, with his pack in the wild. Talking for hours in a crowded auditorium was not on any list of things he enjoyed—or things he was good at. At least no one had died. Yet.

There is something about having someone take care of you, even when you don't need it - maybe especially when you don't need it.

He put his chin on the top of my head. "I know." He wrapped both arms around me just above my chest and pulled me against him. - Stefan (Bone Crossed)

I see your fear, they told her, but no harm will come to you by me.

There is something about having someone take care of you, even when you don't need it – maybe especially when you don't need it.

He slept on the foot of my bed. When I suggested he might be more comfortable in his room, he regarded me steadily with ice-colored eyes. Where does a werewolf sleep? Anywhere he wants to.

I riffled through the cupboards until I found the box of emergency cocoa. Not the milk chocolate with marshmallow kind, but the hard stuff

She was comfortable enough that she was beginning to suffer from the most chronic condition of slavery— boredom.

bit my tongue. I liked being safe. Being in Adam's arms was safe. Talking to Coyote was anything but—and where was I? I supposed he had a point.

I bit my tongue. I liked being safe. Being in Adam's arms was safe. Talking to Coyote was anything but—and where was I? I supposed he had a point.

Food was good, company better, and if I had been a cat, I'd have preferred.

In the meantime, thank you for existing. At least I have one relation (other than Aunt Elizabeth) with some sense. I find it a great comfort.

Coffee was a food in that house, not a drink.

Pride won't comfort you when you're sad. Pride won't keep you warm on winter nights. Pride won't give you babies and a family of your own.

Sisters function as safety nets in a chaotic world simply by being there for each other." —Carol Saline

The bottom line is: Be there with her. Don't ignore it; don't "fix" it, tell her what to do, or try to drag her out of it. If you're just there with her a short time, the two of you can usually step out of the puddle together.

How Could You Make It Easier?

My greatest fear is being somewhere without a book.

They flew out of town as if all the devils in hell were after them, but once out of sight, Cade slowed the horse and inquired anxiously, "Are you all right? I wasn't thinking. The child...?" Lily leaned her head against his back and gasped for breath now that the horse had found a steady pace. She shook her head in answer to his question. "I rode an oxen wagon from Mississippi when I was four months gone with Roy. I am fine." This

In the morning light, I remembered how much I loved the sound of wind through the trees. I laid back and closed my eyes, and I was comforted by the sound of a million tiny leaves dancing on a summer morning.