Quotes About Comfort

Me estoy haciendo muy muy muy pequeño —dice el niño con voz ronca y medio dormida—. Me estoy haciendo muy muy muy pequeño y cayendo. —Déjate caer —le susurra él—. Yo estoy aquí para vigilarte. —¿Soy un fantasma, Simón?

I came to you, Jane. Every night this week, I came to you. I didn't want you to be alone. And I didn't want to sleep without you. -Vishous

I am very comfortable with conflict, be it of the legal or mortal kind. My father was a mediator, a bridge maker. I am a grave maker.

V? Butch said. Don't leave, okay? Never. V brushed Butch's hair back with a gesture so tender it was out of place coming from a male.

You're a good Irishman, right? When Butch nodded, V said, Irish, Irish… let me think. Yeah… Vishous's eyes sobered, and in a voice that cracked, he said, May the road rise to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rains fall soft upon your fields. And… my dearest friend… until we meet again may the Lord hold you in the palm of His hand.

In the silence, she felt the past and the present shift and mix, but that was a mirage. There was no way to comfort the lost boy he'd been back then. But she had the grown male. She had him right in her arms, and for a brief moment of whimsy, she imagined that she was never, ever going to let him go.

And I left the aspirin next to the phone with a tall glass of water. Figured you weren't going to be able to make it to the coffeepot. Take three, turn your ringer off, and sleep. If anything exciting happens, I'll come and get you." "I love you, honey." "So buy me a mink and a nice pair of earrings for our anniversary." "You got it.

Sometimes IVs and pills weren't always the best course of treatment for the injured. Sometimes all you needed was the touch of the one you loved and the sound of their voice and the knowledge that you were home, and that was enough to drag you back from the brink.

I'm sorry, Butch croaked. Oh God, I'm so sorry... V put his arm out and curled it around the cop. Pulling the male close to his chest, he laid his head down on his buddy's. It's okay, He said roughly. It's all right. It's okay...You did the right thing...

Sorry to bother you," Bella said over the wailing. "But she wants her daddy.

All right, big guy, down you go. Oh,yeah. Bed. Bed was good. And look who's here. It's Nurse Vishous.

When he nodded, the physician disappeared into thin air, and then a moment later, Payne felt a warm palm encompass hers. It was Vishous's un-gloved hand against her own and the connection between them eased her in ways she couldn't name. Verily, she had lost her mother . . . but if she lived through this, she still had family. On this side.

She'd ended up passing out, and sometime later, John must have gotten up to use the loo and left the light on. Probably to make sure she didn't feel lost if she woke up. Because that's the kind of male he was.

Hey V said into the darkness. Hey V went forward, rounding the foot of the bed, using the wall to navigate. Lowering his ass onto the mattress, he sat beside his best friend.

Butch put his hand on his roommate's nape and murmured, I'll do the saving until you get your head back, how about that? I'll keep you safe.

You're like your mahmen ," he whispered. "You make the world go away for me

Turned out Qhuinn was a snuggler. Who knew—and how fabulous.

Her bra was cotton and white and, bless its little frickin´ heart, had a front clasp.

I cannae believe you let me touch you." His voice grew hoarse. "I shall remember this for all my nights." Tears speared into her eyes. Dearest Virgin Scribe, for all her life, she had waited for a moment like this…. "Do not cry." His thumb went to her cheeks. "Beautiful female of worth, do not cry.

There was no reply. So Z glanced over again - just as a tear slide down Phury's cheek. Ah...fuck, Z muttered. Yeah. Pretty much. Another tear rolled out of Phury's eye. God...damn. I'm leaking. Okay, brace yourself. Phury scrubbed his face with his palms. Why? Because... I think I'm going to try to hug you.

Come here. I need to hold on to you. She felt the same way. And when there was no distance between them, it was like coming home.

Oh…man. She was dressed for love, as far as he was concerned: Flannel pajama bottoms with stars and moons on them. Little white T-shirt. Floppy suede moccasins.

This was real life cocoa. The kind you gave someone you loved because you couldn't think of anything else to do and both of you were a mess. It was the kind you stirred while your gut was knotted and your mouth was dry and you were thinking seriously of crying, but you were too much of a male for that kind of display. It was the kind you made with all the love you hadn't expressed and might well not have the voice or the chance to speak of.

I am safe, he thought to himself. With her, and her alone, I am safe… —