Quotes About Support

Chancing to express his admiration of them to Mr. Kenyon, who had been his friend since 1839 and his father's school-fellow in years long distant, Mr. Browning was urged by him to write to Miss Barrett himself, and tell her of his pleasure in her work.

Mr. Browning knew that he was asking to be allowed to take charge of an invalid's life — believed indeed that she was even worse than was really the case, and that she was hopelessly incapacitated from ever standing on her feet — but was sure enough of his love to regard that as no obstacle.

Friends don't keep score." Because friends don't have to keep score, my da would of said. Friends just pitch in as needed, as they can.

I wondered who lonely women paid to listen. As with so much, it seemed as if the world had a solution for the one but not the other.

It is possible to erase and mortify yourself to the point where you actually make more work for the people around you, because they are constantly doing emotional labor to support you. A well-developed martyr complex becomes a means of getting attention without ever having to take the emotional risks of asking for attention. It's a tendency, along with self-pity, that I use my rightminding to control.

It is possible to erase and mortify yourself to the point where you actually make more work for the people around you, because they are constantly doing emotional labor to support you. A well-developed martyr complex becomes a means of getting attention without ever having to take the emotional risks of asking for attention.

I'm not concerned about any terrible things you might have done," he said quietly. "I'm concerned about the terrible things that happened to you.

Thy King needs thee to shape what will follow, Will. There's nothing thou canst do to help Marlowe now. They will have already begun.

You change in my arms and change again, and all I can do is hold you.

A companionable hand on his shoulder made him shiver.

As if I took my little girl in my arms and held her tight and she's not a little girl anymore, and I still can't save her, can I? Because you can't. I can't save her from my mistakes. Any more than I could save Nell. But at least I can hold Leah's hand.

Richard Baines turned his back at the sound of stones shifting and held up on meaty hand to help over the rocks, handing him down like a lady out of a carriage.

Silent understanding: all he could give her now.

She reined her mare in close enough that Gin could lean a shoulder on her to be comforted, and slid her own arm around Kit's waist, seeming not to notice that it took all of his flickering strength of heart not to shy and buck.

The improvised weapon in his hand, the comfort of his friend at his side were all the strength he needed.

Because a girl would never have made it here without knowing somebody, right?

Mehiel, my brother, I dare say the one thou lovest doth care for thee, as well.

Tis the side we're on.

Rien thought she was speaking to comfort herself as muc as to comfort Rien, and found that, in itself, strangely…well, comforting.

Thank thee, Will. In mine extremity, I know I could trust in thee.

I've always wanted to save people. Maybe because nobody saved me.

Once you signed the contract, you would never be alone again.

He laid a hand on Ian's shoulder and squeezed; Ian gave him a wry sideways look.

He squeezed Kit's elbow and felt Kit lean against him-not so much relaxing as seeking comfort and perhaps warmth, despite the way he almost flinched away from Will's steadying touch.