“I couldn’t have dreamed you into existence because I didn’t even know I needed you. You must have been sent to me.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Being needed is a great thing. Maybe the great thing.”
― Stephen King, End of Watch

“David cuts through all the many needs, wants, and desires that may have been bouncing around inside him and essentially says, "If I could have only one thing, I want to be with God, to be in His presence, to know that he is always with me." Whether in good times or bad times, David knew the thing he needed most: to feel God's presence close by, intimately, through worship.”
― Craig Groeschel, Weird: Because Normal Isn't Working

“His purpose was to get done what needed to be done, and what needed to be done was simple, if not easy.”
― Larry McMurtry, Lonesome Dove

“I did wonder if I'd have cause to rue my action. Now I believe it can safely be filed under Necessary Regrets.”
― Anthony Ryan, The Waking Fire

“When a man cannot fight he would curse. The gods like to feel needed.”
― Bernard Cornwell, The Flame Bearer

“She couldn't know anyone, but someone still needed her. She couldn't be anyone, but she could still love.”
― Sandra Newman, The Heavens

“Thank you for leaving him when he needed you the most, you taught him how to survive, without you...”
― Nitya Prakash

“To apply norm, soldiers needed.”
― Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut

“So reality your mother builds you a room in which to run and test, your father give you the stuff on which to handle. Tests and everything needed and you just upgrade yourself!”
― Deyth Banger

“Run!" Tia yelled.
Like I needed to be told.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Firefight

“Words spoken today that are not needed now must be kept till they will be needed”
― Sunday Adelaja

“Grace is what is needed after disgrace.”
― Pam Malow-Isham, Brilliant Words to Grow By: A Devotional Celebrating the Duality of Life

“Sometimes I feel I am losing my words but then I realize they were never with me when I needed them the most.”
― Nitya Prakash

“In order to get wealth, knowledge is needed.”
― Sunday Adelaja

“At this moment God might not necessarily be a necessity, but know that His absence will of necessity eventually result in His necessity.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough, An Intimate Collision: Encounters with Life and Jesus

“Specific knowledge is needed in every work, if we want to have success”
― Sunday Adelaja

“The stuff of imagination is not simply to let one’s mind run wild with things grand, magical and altogether wonderful. Rather, the stuff of imagination is recognizing the responsibility that one has to seize those things with all of one’s might and to wrestle them back into this world. And we must do that not only because this is where they belong, but more importantly, this is where they are needed.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“After many evacuations that were not needed, Florida residents grew wary and were caught off guard with hurricane Ian.”
― Steven Magee

“The two supplements needed to treat Altitude Hypersensitivity do not work independently of each other, they have to be taken together.”
― Steven Magee

“High doses of vitamin D for several months were needed to move from the low end of the medical testing range to the high end.”
― Steven Magee, Pandemic Supplements

“Optimal hydration is needed when recovering from Long COVID.”
― Steven Magee, Long COVID Supplements

“I've needed you from the moment I first met you. And now that I get to have you, I don't want to stop.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Then what is your story, Cleo Carpenter--- if that's even your real name?" He bent his head lower, and she smelled mint on his breath. It intoxicated her. Drew her toward him. His fingers trailed down her cheek, her neck, and toyed with a strand of her hair. "What's your story, Cleo? Why are you here? Why are you hiding?"
"Please don't ask. Don't ask questions that you won't like the answers to." Cleo's whisper was silenced as Deacon lowered his mouth to hers.
His kiss was tender at first. Hesitant. Not what she would have expected from a man like Deacon Tremblay, who had probably kissed many women in his lifetime. Cultured women. Women more beautiful than her. Less broken.
"Cleo..." His murmur rumbled in her ear as his lips moved along her jaw. "Don't leave me. Not yet. Not now."
"But---"
He stopped her again, this time with more fervor in his caress. Cleo whimpered for a moment before giving in to him. Hands at her waist, Deacon drew her closer, his chest pressing against hers. She couldn't help lifting her hands to his shoulders, then around his neck, her fingers threading their way into his dark curls.
Deacon pulled back, then changed his mind and kissed her again before finally giving her a moment to breathe. But breathing didn't feel possible. No more was he Deacon Tremblay in the media, or Deacon Tremblay the sought-after bachelor--- well, maybe he still was that a little, and if she was being honest, it gave her a thrill--- but mostly he was just Deacon. Deacon who needed her. And she needed him.”
― Jaime Jo Wright, The Vanishing at Castle Moreau

“Almost here with me, you seem to be, you do,
every song, each sound, that’s new, is you,
almost is enough, if just for me you are,
passionate, my blood will boil for you, my star,
of you I think when raindrops pure,
make you seem like sky, or clouds, or sun, or stars; -
the stars, afar from, always shining soft,
each evening, their light is needed, for needs do come oft…”
― Will Advise, На чист Български...: Pristine Bulgarian sayings...

“Did you just pull me into a pantry?'

'I did.' Casteel's chin dipped as he stepped into me. Dark hair toppled forward onto his forehead.

I stepped back, bumping into a shelf. Jars rattled. He was so tall, I had to crane my neck all the way back to meet his gaze. 'Why?'

'I wanted a moment alone.' He placed his hands on the cupboard above my head. 'With you.'

Senses hyperaware, I watched him lean in as a confusing tremor of anticipation coiled its way down my spine. 'And you needed this moment alone in a pantry?'

He turned his head slightly, lining up his mouth with mine. 'I just needed.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire

“We'd hardly stepped three feet outside when Bee gasped, pointing to the garden to our right.
"Henry!" she exclaimed, surveying hundreds of delicate light green leaves that had pushed up from the soil in grand formation, showcasing a carpet of tiny lavender-colored flowers, with dark purple centers.
Bee looked astonished. "How did they... where did they come from?"
Henry shook his head. "I noticed them two weeks ago. They just appeared."
Bee turned to me, and upon seeing my confused face, she offered an explanation. "They're wood violets," she said. "I haven't seen them on the island since..."
"They're very rare," Henry said, filling the void that Bee had left when her voice trailed off. "You can't plant them, for they won't grow. They have to choose you."
Bee's eyes met Henry's, and she smiled, a gentle, forgiving smile. It warmed me to see it. "Evelyn has a theory about these flowers," she said, pausing as if to pull a dusty memory off a shelf in her mind, handling it with great care. "Yes," she said, the memory in plain view. "She used to say they grow where they are needed, that they signal healing, and hope.
It's ridiculous, isn't it, Henry, to think that violets can know," Bee continued.
Henry nodded. "Harebrained," he said in agreement.
Bee shook her head in disbelief. "And to see them in bloom, in March of all months..."
Henry nodded. "I know."
Neither took their eyes off the petals before them, so fragile, yet in great numbers stalwart and determined.”
― Sarah Jio, The Violets of March

“My door was open when you needed me, when you didn't need me anymore, it was just the disappearance of interests.”
― Kamaran Ihsan Salih

“Floyd hopped up on the loveseat next to me.
"Hi, pal," I said, feeling a little drained. "Your mom should be back soon."
His meow sounded like a whine.
"I know the feeling. But maybe I can help you out?"
When I went to the kitchen and cut up a scallop, he meowed again and went up on his hind legs, begging.
"Did you just twirl?" I said, astonished.
I sat back down on the sofa and put my hand out, and he became a little furry seafood vacuum.
"I didn't know you could purr as you ate. That's kind of amazing."
He headbutted my empty hand, and I took a hint and ran it through his silky fur. I dug my fingertips around his ears and chin, and he closed his eyes and purred even more loudly.
"Such a good boy," I said, feeling a little better. "You like that? Is that, oof!" His big back feet drove the air out of me while he climbed onto my chest. "Jesus, cat, at least buy me a drink first." He ignored my smartass comment and stretched out from my thighs to my shoulders.
"I guess this is me now. Your throne, forever."
Green-gold eyes blinked slowly.
"Are you smiling?"
He rested his head under my chin and sighed.
We hadn't had animals when I was a kid. Too messy, Mom said. Too needy,
Dad said.
But maybe this was the upside of being needed. Quiet, sweet moments like this one. "OK," I told him. "Just for a little bit."

Ellie


Was Kieran crooning? Maybe the wall of the cottage was distorting his voice?
"That feels so good, doesn't it, bud? Such a big, nice cat. Yes, you are."
Yes, he was. He rubbed Floyd's cheeks and my cat melted for him like fluffy butter.”
― Sarah Chamberlain, The Slowest Burn

“Moments like this were like eating a whole platter of honeyed butter pastries in one sitting, tasting the mouthwatering pleasure of every bite while feeling a little sick at the same time. Roxannah enjoyed the sweetness of her mother's appreciation. The delight of knowing herself useful to her family. But her mother's words also made her a little nauseous. She wished she did not have to carry the weight of their survival. The burden of it proved so heavy at times that it crushed even her ability to dream of better things, leaving behind merely the battle to endure.”
― Tessa Afshar, The Queen's Cook