Quotes About Comfort

It's no just the bedding, ye ken," he said, drawing back a little at last. His eyes looked down at me, a soft deep blue like the warm tropic sea. "No," I said, touching his cheek. "It isn't." "To have ye with me again—to talk wi' you—to know I can say anything, not guard my words or hide my thoughts—

It will be all right," he said, taking her hand. "We will succeed—and we will rescue Señor Stubbs. I promise you.

Let me tell ye in your sleep how much I love you. For there's no so much I can be saying to ye while ye wake, but the same poor words, again and again. While ye sleep in my arms, I can say things to ye that would be daft and silly waking, and your dreams will know the truth of them. Go

reached out and squeezed Fiona's hand. She

Don't be afraid," he whispered into my hair. "There's the two of us now." I felt warm, soothed, and safe for the first time in many days.

Thought of the general drew his fragmented thoughts together, a magnet in a scatter of loose iron filings. Someone to depend on…a man to share the burden…he wanted that, above all things. "Oh, God," he whispered, and moths touched his face, gentle in the dark.

He radiated well-being like a potful of stew.

The big Scot had sat by the man's side all night, listening, encouraging, comforting. Grey had stood by the door, not wishing to frighten the man by the sight of his uniform, both surprised and oddly touched at Fraser's gentleness.

He felt oddly comfortable with the man, he realized, with a feeling of surprise. Part of it was sheer fatigue, of course; all his usual reactions and feelings were numbed by the long night and the strain of watching a man die by inches. The entire night had seemed unreal to Grey; not least was this odd conclusion, wherein he found himself sitting in the dim dawn light of a country tavern, sharing a pitcher of ale with Red Jamie Fraser.

I want to protect ye, Sassenach—spread myself over ye like a cloak and shield you and the child wi' my body.

He put his arm around her and drew her head down on his shoulder, and they sat silently together, waiting for the light to come back.

Sometimes I want to ride you like a wild horse, and bring you to the taming - did you know that? I can do it, you know I can. Drag you over the edge and drain you to a gaping husk. I can drive you to the edge of collapse and sometimes I delight in it, Jamie, I do! And yet, so often I want' - my voice broke suddenly and I had to swallow hard before continuing - 'I want... to hold your head against my breast and cradle you like a child and comfort you to sleep.

D'ye ken that the only time I am without pain is in your bed, Sassenach? When I take ye, when I lie in your arms—my wounds are healed, then, my scars forgotten.

He wrapped his arms about his

When she was small, she would wake on summer mornings to hear the chatter of her father's lawnmower underneath her window; his voice calling out in greeting to a neighbor. She had felt safe, protected, knowing he was there. More recently, she had waked at dawn and heard Jamie Fraser's voice, speaking in soft Gaelic to his horses outside, and had felt that same feeling return with a rush. No more, though. It

And Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I couldn't bear to be alone and I couldn't bear for him to be alone and I more or less flung myself at him because I very much needed someone to touch me just then.

You've not been sleeping proper," Byrd said accusingly. "I can tell. You've been a-wallowing on your pillow; your hair's a right rat's nest!

Jamie," I said. "I'm tired. Will you take me to bed?

Then her hands rose and rested on him, the tears cool on his face, congealing, the white of her clean as the silent snow that covers char and blood and breathes peace upon the world.

Home is the place where, when ye have to go there, they have to take ye in'?

small porch; wooden, but filled—mirabile dictu!—with

I can fall asleep anywhere.

It's nice to have someone to come home to and get the honest truth about all aspects of life.

I'm 23; I feel older than that, but I feel comfortable. I'm assured of myself, and it's not a problem.