Quotes About Comfort

If men had to wear heels, they'd be outlawed across the land.

EVE WASN'T SURE WHAT IT SAID ABOUT HER that she was more comfortable in the morgue than in a baby boutique.

There was the answer to why people got tangled with people. Because when you were down, when you were wallowing, someone you mattered to would ask if you were okay.

Damn it, Roarke, he's going to come back and poke at me, and try to make me drink one of his weird brews. I just need a hot shower. Let me up. Have a heart." "I do, and it's yours.

I read this article about how what you wear under your clothes is all about what makes you feel empowered and in control. It's the Under You.

Just lean on me, Lieutenant." McNab wrapped an arm around her waist. "You try to cop a feel, I can still put you down." "Whatever your condition, Dallas, you still scare me." "Aw." Touched, she slung an arm around his shoulders. "That's so sweet.

He didn't say his first thought, always, was: Is she home? Is she safe?

Some people relax better without the confines of clothes," Peabody said, then flushed when Eve cast a considering glance over her shoulder. "I've heard.

She didn't want Rufty to sit in the box, wanted more private than the lounge.

Eve. He took both her hands, brought them to his lips. He wanted to gather her up, cover her in something soft, something beautiful. He wanted to hold her until every horrid memory was washed away. What you are is a miracle.

I know what it is to have the one you love, the only one, hurt. There's a war in your belly, and your heart's so heavy it doesn't seem as if your body can hold it. This kind of fear doesn't have a name. You can only wait with it. And let us help.

confrontation while lounging in bed.

How terrifying." Peabody widened her eyes, blinked them. "Locked in a suite of rooms, Dallas, with a big, soft bed, an entertainment screen, an AutoChef, a spa-like en suite. The horror!

arms around her. "It wasn't that bad. Well, bad, but not

She covered her hands with her face

good sex, a hot shower, then bacon? Did a morning get any better?

He stroked the cat's neck and sent him into ecstasy.

Eve shuffled her feet, then sat. Then rubbed a hand over Peabody's thigh. You're just going to puff up his ego if he finds out you're crying over him. He's already hard to live with.

Minute by minute, then hour by hour, then day by day. Work is solace, he said, friends are comfort. Life is for the living. You and I know that, even though we spend so much time with the dead - maybe because of that we know we have to live. Chale has been a great help to me. That's good, she said, thinking of the priest she'd suggested Morris talk to. You can ... you know, anytime. Yes. His lips curved. I know. You're work, and a friend, so have been both solace and comfort.

She'd never looked, particularly, for anyone to share the end of the day with, but doing just that with Roarke—whether it was work or like this, a short interlude without it—had become a habit. And it was better.

brandy to sleep at night.

Galahad was curled up in her sleep chair.

The sun's touch is kind.

To lie in a woman's arms in a proper bed, to have good food to eat, to walk in the sun - how much more important these seem than the right to decide without advice from the police who should be my friends and who my enemies! (p 96)