Quotes About Comfort

Tears sprang to Hunter's eyes when she reached up to hug his neck, clinging to him even though he was the one hurting her. He had asked her to trust him this one last time. And she had.

This small woman filled the empty places inside him, made him feel whole again.

It is enough that you will lie beside me. That I can put my hand upon you." Her expression went from wary distrust to incredulity. "And do nothing?" Hunter shared her sentiments. It was the most boisa idea he had ever come up with.

You will be warm with me in my lodge? I have many buffalo robes. And plenty food. Meat, yes? And my strong arm will protect you, forever into the horizon. There is nothing to fear." He pressed his hand more firmly against her midriff. "My tongue does not make lies. It is the truth I speak, not penende taquoip , the honey talk, but a promise. I have spoken the words, and they are carried away on the wind to whisper to me always.

I know, but this one is important." He cupped his hand to her chin and looked deep into her eyes. "When you lie down tonight and close your eyes to fall asleep, take me with you. If the nightmares come, dream that I'm there." He pressed his check to hers. She felt wetness touch her skin. "Don't face them alone anymore.

Mah-tao-yo? " Loretta leaped and opened her eyes. Hunter knelt beside her, a dark shadow against the blue-black, starlit sky. "You weep?" "No--yes." Her voice came out in a squeak. "I'm just feeling sad, that's all." He sat down beside her and hugged his knees, gazing off into the endless darkness. "You will stay beside me?

Ob-be mah-e-vah. " "What?" "Make room for me." He lifted the robe and joined her on the pallet. "Wha--you're not going to sleep with me?" " Nei che-ida-ha , I am very terribly cold.

Ob-be mah-e-vah. " "What?" "Make room for me." He lifted the robe and joined her on the pallet. "Wha--you're not going to sleep with me?" " Nei che-ida-ha , I am very terribly cold." Loretta suspected he was lying, but she moved over, secretly glad to have him there, her mind shying away from the enormity of what that meant.

Are you sad? About saying good-bye tomorrow?" "No. You will ride in a great circle back to me. The Great Ones have spoken it." "In your song?" She sniffed. "That song has caused me enough grief." He tightened his arm and drew her closer, "Sleep, mah-tao-yo. This last time, at my side.

You will be my friend again?" he asked huskily. "We will make laughter together, yes? And you will lie beside me when we sleep, with no fear, because my hand upon you is the hand of your good friend." "I'd like to be friends again--truly I would." "Then it will be so.

His arm tightened around her shoulders. With one large hand he clasped both of hers, squeezing her fingers, rubbing as if to chase away a chill. His strength flowed into her, comforted her, warmed her. She could face anything with him holding her, she thought. Anything…even her nightmares.

She could face anything with him holding her, she thought. Anything…even her nightmares.

Lie on your back and close your eyes. Let me chase your fear away.

If this is about sleeping on the floor, I'll do it," I said. "Because I don't mind." "No, but do you want to take a picture of my nest? It's very romantical.

He's got a big stomach, Uncle Dillon," Sam said as he settled in on his father's lap. "I know, Sam," Katie said. "His belly nearly fills up the photo we've got out there.

I ultimately decided to hold my tongue and settle instead for the comfort of ignorance. Not knowing the truth, I retained hope, and that hope I held like a smooth warm stone against my heart.

We don't think of this as a place where people come to die," the gravely cheerful intake counselor had said to us. "We think of it as a place where people come to live!" "To live dyingly,

even though it was beautiful and comfortable, and even though it was the world, it was also a little bit boring. No, wait. Maybe boring isn't the right word. What's the word I'm wanting here? Lonely. That's it. It was a little bit lonely.

Because it's everything a person needs to live a decent life. It has a stove for heat. A fridge to keep your food cold and a stove to cook it when you're ready to eat it. It has a bathtub and a shower to get you clean after your chores and a bed to lie down in at the end of the day. And that's all a person really needs. And I think the whole trouble with us is that we think we need so much more.

was important to feel at home while at home.

In my humble and exhausted opinion, joy beats comfort every time.

They can't just be in that moment of grief with you. They can't just say, 'Yeah, this is some pretty awful stuff.' They have to try to fix it. They have to solve it for you in a couple of sentences, which is ridiculous, because it never solves anything.

Funny how you can take a thing like carpet for granted if you always had it and you figure you always will.

It was one of those nights that's a really good time to have four walls and a door to close.