Scott LynchIf reassurances could dull pain, nobody would ever go to the trouble of pressing grapes.
About This Quote
Reassurance is a very common thing that people do. For example, when someone they care about is in pain or when they are having a bad day, their friends and family will often try to cheer them up by saying things like “You’ll be okay in the end.” The problem is that they are doing so because they want to make the person feel better, not because they actually believe it.
Source: The Lies Of Locke Lamora
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