Quotes About Support

She is inhumanly alone. And then, all at once, she isn't.

I considered her my ally, because, like me, she was imperfect.

Sympathizing over the behavior of men is the baking soda of women's friendships, it seems,the thing that makes them bubble and rise.

When push comes to shove, a mother takes care of her children from the bottom up.

A mother can be only as happy as her unhappiest child.

You could love your crazy people, even admire them, instead of resenting that they're not self-sufficient.

Really it was her mother she'd wanted to call right after the bad news, or in the middle of it, while Mr. Petrofaccio was blowing his nose. First thing in the morning, last thing at night, whenever a fight with Tig left her in pieces, it had been her mother who put Willa back together. When someone mattered like that, you didn't lose her at death. You lost her as you kept living.

His confidence was enviable and maddening. Most of the time she didn't want him to solve or contradict her worries, she just needed him to listen and agree with her on the awfulness at hand. This was a principle of marriage she'd explained many times.

There is no point in treating a depressed person as though she were just feeling sad, saying, There now, hang on, you'll get over it. Sadness is more or less like a head cold—with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.

Good people don't give up on the ones they love.

Oh, whatever would I do without my child-progeny sister to tell me what to do. Prodigy, I corrected.

There but for the grace of serotonin go the rest of us.

If a friend had a coronary scare and finally started exercising three days a week, who would hound him about the other four days? It's the worst of bad manners—and self-protection, I think, in a nervously cynical society—to ridicule the small gesture.

There were two things about Mama. One is she always expected the best out of me. And the other is that then no matter what I did, whatever I came home with, she acted like it was the moon I had just hung up in the sky and plugged in all the stars. Like I was that good.  

Concentrating on local foods means thinking of fruit invariably as the product of an orchard, and winter squash as the fruit of an early-winter farm. It's a strategy that will keep grocery money in the neighborhood, where it gets recycled into your own school system and local businesses. The green spaces surrounding your town stay green, and farmers who live nearby get to grow more food next year, for you.

There is no point in treating a depressed person as though she were just feeling sad, saying, There now, hang on, you'll get over it. Sadness is more or less like a head cold—with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer. Cynthia

There is no point in treating a depressed person as though she were just feeling sad...Sadness is more or less like a head cold -- with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.

No matter what affronts of youthful insolence he had to face in his day, he'd still have that: he was a man taken care of by a woman.

Always we walk each other home. And always we walk some of it alone.

Sophie's mother had to leave her dad, to get sober. She says as long as you're living with an addict, you're addicted.

Mom had promised to stay clean as long as I was a good enough son to make it worth her while.

It's terrible to lose somebody, I said, I mean, I don't know firsthand, but I can imagine it must be. But it's also true that some people never have anybody to lose, and I think that's got to be so much worse.

I didn't wish to be comforted. "You can't replace people you love with other people," I said. "They're not like old shoes or something." "No. But you can trust that you're not going to run out of people to love.

First thing in the morning, last thing at night, whenever a fight with Tig left her in pieces, it had been her mother who put Willa back together. When someone mattered like that, you didn't lose her at death. You lost her as you kept living.