Quotes About Comfort

Vikus looked at Luxa and opened his arms. She stood, still frozen, staring at him as if he were a complete stranger. "Luxa, it's your grandpa," said Gregor. It seemed like the best and most important thing to say at the moment. "It's your grandpa." Luxa blinked. A tiny tear formed at the corner of her eye. A battle took place on her face as she tried to stop the feelings rising up inside her. The feelings won, and to Gregor's great relief, she ran into Vikus's arms.

Peeta looks me right in the eye and gives my hand what I think is meant to be a reassuring squeeze. Maybe it's just a nervous spasm.

The most exciting thing either of us does is nap.

I press my ear against his chest, to the spot where I always rest my head, where I know I will hear the strong and steady beat of his heart. Instead, I find silence.

Deberías despertarme -le digo, porque yo interrumpo su sueño dos o tres veces cuando tengo una noche mala hasta que logra calmarme de nuevo. -No hace falta, mis pesadillas suelen ser sobre perderte, así que se me pasa cuando me doy cuenta de que estás a mi lado.

You know what I miss? More than anything? Coffee. -- Plutarch Heavensbee

KEEP CALM and HAVE A SUGAR CUBE

He manages to wake me and calm me down. Then he climbs into bed to hold me until I fall back to sleep. After that, I refuse the pills. But every night I let him into my bed. We manage the darkness as we did in the arena, wrapped in each other's arms, guarding against dangers that can descend at any moment

All the times these arms were my only refuge from the world. Perhaps not fully appreciated then, but so sweet in my memory, and now gone forever.

Peeta says it will be okay. We have each other.

Do you want me to have them sedate you until it's over?

Por qué no duermes un poco? -me dice. Porque no puedo soportar las pesadillas, no sin ti, pienso.

He wanted to stay there forever, letting her soothe him, pretending he was just a kid and his mom could make everything okay.

Don't let him take you from me. Peeta's panting hard as he fights the nightmares raging in his head. No. I don't want to… I clench his hands to the point of pain. Stay with me. His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs.

I cross to Peeta and wrap my arms around him, and for a while we all stay silent.

Frankly, I could use a little sugarcoating.

If she cries, he will nose his way into her arms and curl up there until she calms down and falls asleep. I'm so glad I didn't drown him.

I wrap my arms tightly around his neck before he can order me to do push-ups or something. Instead he pulls me in close and buries his face in my hair. Warmth radiates from the spot where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me. It feels so good, so impossibly good, that I know I will not be the first to let go.

Yo despierto gritando por pesadillas. Pero sus brazos están ahí para confortarme. Y finalmente sus labios. Y sólo él puede darme eso. Él susurra: Tú me amas. ¿Real o no real?.. Yo digo: -Real..

Tidak perlu. Mimpi-mimpi burukku biasanya tentang kehilangan dirimu," kata Peeta. "Aku baik-baik saja setelah aku sadar kau ada di sini." (Catching Fire, hal.100)

Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me.

Smells like home.

Lunch makes me feel a bit better.

Here it's safe, here it's warm Here the daisies guard you from every harm Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true Here is the place where I love you.