Clea Duvall Quotes

We'll have nothing to fear.

No one will be harmed. You have nothing to fear. You will all be evacuated.

Even if the world outside is destroying itself and fragmented and paranoid and fearful, the job of the artist is to embrace and hold people and say, 'It's OK, be safe here.'

Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid of anything. Whatever you have been, you are mine now. I can hold you.

Nothing's as good as holding on to safety.

The converse held reassuringly true: daylight was safe. Daylight was always safe.

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

Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you even if that's all it is. Let me keep you safe.

Tonight, I ask for your prayers for all those who grieve, for the children whose worlds have been shattered, for all whose sense of safety and security has been threatened. And I pray they will be comforted by a power greater than any of us, spoken through the ages in Psalm 23: "Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me."

We want to know. If we don't know, we don't feel safe, we don't feel secure.

Wherever people feel safe — they will be indifferent.

You are safe with me." "I am not at all safe, with you. But I have no desire to be elsewhere.

I want to just be lazy and I want some of the people around me to be doing things, because that makes me feel comfortable and safe - and I want some of them to be doing nothing at all, because they can be graceful and companionable for me.

When I was at home I was in a better place

When we hold each other, in the darkness, it doesn't make the darkness go away. The bad things are still out there. The nightmares still walking. When we hold each other we feel not safe, but better. "It's all right" we whisper, "I'm here, I love you." and we lie: "I'll never leave you." For just a moment or two the darkness doesn't seem so bad.

You don’t need to be afraid of falling // when there’s someone around to catch you.

Look, if anyone is scared, I got your back.

Putting my hand in someone else’s has always been my definition of happiness. Before I fall asleep, often - in that small struggle not to lose consciousness and go into the greater world - often, before I get up the courage to go into the vastness of sleep, I pretend that someone has my hand in theirs, and then I go, go to that enormous absence of form that is sleep. And when even after that I don’t have courage, I dream.

The lamp sizzled as it burned. It made everything seem close and safe, a little family circle they all knew and trusted. Outside this circle lay everything that was strange and frightening, and the darkness seemed to reach higher and higher and further and further away, right to the end of the world.

She buried her face in his shoulder. And while the truth still scared her, being in his arms made her feel like the sea finding its shore, like a traveler returning after a long, hard, distant trip-- finally returning home.

Don't be afraid," i murmured. "We belong together.

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

Familiar things are a comfort to us all.

Of course there were areas of safety; nothing could get at me if I curled up on my father's lap, holding his ear with one thumb tucked into it... All about him was safe.