Quotes About Support

Like we say back home, when you find a turtle settin' on top of a fencepost, you can be pretty damn sure he didn't get there on his own.

I wanted to leap up and defend her, perhaps throw my arms around her and protect her, but I just sat there like a nincompoop.

Nothing you become will disappoint me; I have no preconception that I'd like to see you be or do. I have no desire to forsee you, only to discover you. You can't disappoint me

Nothing you become will disappoint me; I have no preconception that I'd like to see you be or do. I have no desire to foresee you, only to discover you.

Groothertog Fabrizio, die mijn neef is en de broer van wijlen mijn man, met wie ik zo kortstondig was getrouwd, heeft mij aangemoedigd voor de tweede keer in het huwelijk te treden. Ik geef graag gehoor aan zijn advies... Signor Guido Parola zal mijn prins-gemaal worden. - Lucia

He never gave up on me, I only stopped being matriculated.

You are loved, someone said. Take that and eat it.

I think about the story of Job I heard in Carol Sharp's Sunday school. How he sort of learned to lean into feeling hurt at the end, the way you might lean into a heavy wind that almost winds up supporting you after a while. People can get behind pain that way, if they think it derives from powers larger than themselves.

a dysfunctional family is any family with more than one person in it. In other words, the boat I can feel so lonely in actually holds us all.

Maggy's diagnosis earlier in the year with juvenile onset type 1 diabetes had thrown them

If you are in the garden, I will dress myself in leaves. If you are in the sea I will slide into that smooth blue nest, I will talk fish, I will adore salt. But if you are sad, I will not dress myself in desolation. I will present myself with all the laughters I can muster. And if you are angry I will come, calm and steady, with some small and easy story.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

hand. Uncle Patrick and Da went out. "They'll have a word with him," Granny said to the woman. "It's the drink," the woman said. "The devil gets into him." Uncle Patrick and Da came back and the woman left with them. "Made him see sense," Uncle Patrick said to Granny when he and my da returned. "One

swayed and stretched, but it was sturdy enough to hold their

Our mother says friendship is like riding the waves, said Kama. Sometimes you ride low, gentle waves. Sometimes you ride high, rough ones.

How about suicide rate. And what a shame to lose them after they've made it back. We keep them alive, but we don't teach them how to live.

We gave Mrs. Peterson some shit for her quinsy and now she's doing fine!

Though I dreaded the prospect of coping with the heartbreak of the funeral on my own, I felt I had to be there at the end, no matter what. We had been with Diana at the very beginning of the courtship. We had attended her wedding with tremendous joy. We had kept in touch ever since. I had to say good-bye to her in person. I said to Pat, "We were there for the 'wedding of the century.' This will be 'the funeral of the century.' Yes, I have to go.

She wrote, "I can never thank you enough, Mrs. Robertson, for being so kind and understanding with the whole of Fleet Street following me!!

Do not despair. To be friendless is indeed to be unfortunate, but the hearts of men, when unprejudiced by any obvious self-interest, are full of brotherly love and charity.

I agree with you, replied the stranger; we are unfashioned creatures, but half made up, if one wiser, better, dearer than ourselves -- such a friend ought to be -- do not lend his aid to perfectionate our weak and faulty natures. I once had a friend, the most noble of human creatures, and am entitled, therefore, to judge respecting friendship. You have hope, and the world before you, and have no cause for despair. But I -- I have lost everything, and cannot begin life anew.

Continue for the present to write to me by every opportunity: I may receive your letters on some occasions when I need them most to support my spirits.

I have no friend, Margaret: when I am glowing with the enthusiasm of success, there will be none to participate my joy; if I am assailed by disappointment, no one will endeavour to sustain me in dejection. I shall commit my thoughts to paper, it is true; but that is a poor medium for the communication of feeling. I desire the company of a man who could sympathize with me, whose eyes would reply to mine. You may deem me romantic, my dear sister, but I bitterly feel the want of a friend.

Friend, good!