Quotes About Comfort

I have to consider the needs of the Biscuit-Box Man – and the Folded-Up Child – and the People of the Alcove. They only have me to take care of them. They are in unfamiliar surroundings and may feel disconcerted. I have to return them to their appointed places.

He has no desire to explore the World. (pg. 49)

May the House in its Beauty shelter us both.

Twenty-five chocolate chip cookies would be the perfect dinner.

What does the sign say?" " Ã¢â'¬ËœIf you lived here, you'd be home now.' Ã¢â'¬Â She clenched her hands with excitement. "See, every day people will drive past and read that sign and think, 'Yeah, if I lived here I'd be home now,' and I will be home. Motherfuckers.

It'll be okay. She didn't know if it would be okay or not. She somehow doubted it, but what else was there to say?

God presents the Sabbath rest as a shelter we can enter. (Hebrews 4:1-11)

The word compassion means "with suffering." To have compassion is to willingly join in suffering—to show those you love that you will not let them suffer

she can share it with all who come to her for comfort, hope, and the joy of this land I live in, this Home that waits for everyone, this busy, perfect paradise called The Other Side.

I assure my loved one that the illness is minor and advise her about its source and the most effective treatment.

What I want is for both of us to feel safe. What you and I have together shouldn't be draining us like this. It should be the one rock-solid thing we both count on.

Go home, Gideon. Please. I am home. He caught me from behind and buried his face in mu soaked hair. I'm with you.

I crawled into his lap, sighing happily when he shifted me into a spot that felt made for me. Every peaceful moment we had with each other was treasured. Gideon deserved the respite, and I longed to be that for him. His lips touched my forehead. "You okay, angel mine?" "I'm in your arms. Life doesn't get better than this.

You okay, angel mine?" "I'm in your arms. Life doesn't get better than this.

He engulfed me, his body so much bigger and harder. I felt safe in his embrace, cherished and protected. Nothing could touch or hurt me when he was holding me. I wanted him to feel that same sense of security with me. I needed him to know he could drop his guard, take a breath, and I could protect us both. I

I breathed him in, feeling the effect of him— his nearness, his support— permeate my being. The smell of his soap was muted now, the naturally seductive scent of his skin altering the fragrance into something richer and more delicious. When I was restless, he settled me.

I love you, he murmured, his fingertips brushing my tears. Do you feel it? Yes.

Good Morning. You're not at work, he said, his voice raspier, sexier, than usual. Neither are you. Are you going in late? Nope. And you're not either. I went to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He was still warm from the bed. My sleepy, sensual dream come true. We're going to hole up today, ace. Just you and me hanging out in our pajamas and relexing.

Coffee is one of my major food groups.

Because of you, the world makes sense to me in a way it didn't before. I have a place now, with you.

She only wants my happiness," Jessica murmured, offering him a reassuring smile from beneath the brim of her straw bonnet. "It may

Gideon held my gaze as he said, "Good-bye, Cary," then powered off my phone and set it on the counter. His hair was damp and he wore black pajama bottoms that hung low on his hips. The sight of him hit me hard, reminding me of all that I stood to lose when I lost him—the breathless anticipation and desire, the comfort and intimacy, the ephemeral sense of rightness that made everything worthwhile.

I'm safe in your arms. But you have never been safe in mine.

What did my arms do before they held you?