Denene Millner Quotes

I constantly looked for motherly protection.

The stage is a routine. It keeps you grounded, like a metronome. I find that soothing.

The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.

When I felt upset and lost, music always had the answer.

A lot of time, I have to be the person who just goes, 'Hey dude, don't even trip. Don't worry about it.'

I really want to put people at ease and tell them things are going to be all right.

Music was my solace, my refuge.

My daughter knows she is loved. My daughter knows she has a mom, and I'm there, and I'm not worried about anything of what everyone else is worried about.

One thing I'm very grateful for is that I know, every time I leave, my wife is going to keep my kids happy, and whenever I get home, they are going to miss me.

Knowing that your parents are okay makes you feel secure in the world.

A mother's arms are more comforting than anyone else's.

Can anything harm us, mother, after the night-lights are lit?" Nothing, precious," she said; "they are the eyes a mother leaves behind her to guard her children.

[A] mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled.

So let us sleep outside tonight, Lay down in our mother's arms, for here we can rest safely.

We are constituted a good deal like chickens, which, taken from the hen, and put in a basket of cotton in the chimney-corner, willoften peep till they die, nevertheless; but if you put in a book, or anything heavy, which will press down the cotton, and feel like the hen, they go to sleep directly.

What we want most is to be held...and told..that everything (everything is a funny thing, is baby milk and papa's eyes, is roaring logs on a cold morning, is hoot owls and the boy who makes you cry after school, is mama's long hair, is being afraid and twisted faces on the bedroom wall)...is going to be alright.

Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes, and when again they open, the sun will rise.

I would like to tell you that I am, and you will one day be, forever safe.

Seth moved behind me, his presence steady and reassuring. Waiting to catch me, even though I refused to fall just yet.

It is a view of God that compensates every thing else, and enables the soul to rest in His bosom. How, when the child in the night screams with terror, hearing sounds that it knows not of, is that child comforted and put to rest? Is it by a philosophical explanation that the sounds were made by the rats in the partition? Is it by imparting entomological knowledge? No; it is by the mother taking the child in her lap, and singing sweetly to it, and rocking it. And the child thinks nothing of the explanation, but only of the mother.

Repeat reading for me shares a few things with hot-water bottles and thumbsucking: comfort, familiarity, the recurrence of the expected.

It’s just a cookie, sweetheart.

You are my everlasting home. Don't you ever be afraid. I am enough. We are enough.

Maybe one night I’ll be asleep and I’ll feel a hand like a dove on my cheekbone and feel her breath cool like peppermints and when I open my eyes my mom will be there like an angle, saying in the softest voice, When you are born it is like a long, long dream. Don’t try to wake up. Just go along until it is over. Don’t be afraid. You may not know it all the time but I am with you. I am with you.

Like a child who suddenly stops sobbing when he is clasped in the arms of his mother, such will be the grip of heaven upon our souls.