Quotes About Support

But, as Guérin noted, 'When you sing in chorus you don't feel hunger; you aren't tempted to seek out the how and why of things. You must be right since there are fifty of you side by side, crying out the same refrain.

You are the butter to my bread,and the breath to my life

Remember, 'No one's more important than people'! In other words, friendship is the most important thing--not career or housework, or one's fatigue--and it needs to be tended and nurtured.

You younger siblings know what I'm talking about—we're the glue and they're the glitter, right?

El padre es el techo, la madre el suelo, y cuando ambos desaparecen uno siente que también ha iniciado la cuenta atrás y que ya no tiene sujeción alguna, quedando suspendido en el aire.

estaban sus amigos.

Los hombres nos olvidamos de que somos una mota de su aliento y tendemos a creernos que no lo necesitamos, pero otras veces le reprocharemos que no esté para ayudarnos cuando lo necesitamos.

Manuel, el padre de Santiago. Pero el hombre se mostró inflexible; no sólo respetaba la decisión de su hijo sino que además le parecía muy bien.

El padre es el techo, la madre el suelo, y cuando ambos desaparecen uno siente que también ha iniciado la cuenta atrás y que ya no tiene sujeción alguna, quedando suspendido en el aire. Se

Okay? Do you remember the end of the story? What the villagers say? No one helps them but they help each other. Even though their town is gone, and all they see is water in every direction, they swim for land. We can make it, they say. We're going to help each other the whole way.

How do you feel?" she asked, trying to fluff his pillow. "Other than terrible, I mean." He moved his head slightly to the side. It seemed to be a sickly interpretation of a shrug. "Of course you're feeling terrible," she clarified, "but is there any change? More terrible? Less terrible?" He made no response. "The same amount of terrible?

I knew nothing but love and devotion when I was growing up. Trust me, it makes everything easier.

I don't want to destroy your dreams.' 'They were never my dreams until I met you ... a dream you gave me.' 'That doesn't mean I can take it away.

Something she knew she did not have the right to ask him about. But she wished—oh, how she wished—that when he was ready to face his fears, she could be the one to help him.

Love your siblings. Love them well, for they are your blood, and when you are unsure,or times are difficult, they will be the ones to stand by your side.

He made her miserable!" Benedict protested. "As her brothers, it's our duty to--" "Respect her intelligence enough to let her solve her own problems," Violet snapped.

Daniel immediately knelt at her side, pulling her close. "It's all right," he murmured. "Everything is going to be all right." Anne shook her head. "No, it's not." She looked up, her eyes shining with love. "It's going to be so much better.

I hope you know that I am listening, should you ever change your mind.

what a sad pair we are," she said. "Surely we can manage a conversation on a topic other than our respective terrible evenings.

He took her hand and squeezed. "Do I look a mess?" she asked. He nodded. "But you're my mess," he whispered. And he was very glad for that.

Do you know what is nice about friendships as longstanding as ours?" Hyacinth interrupted. Felicity shook her head. "You won't take permanent offense when I turn my back and walk away." And then Hyacinth did just that.

And that was when she finally allowed herself to cry. Funny how she could hold herself together, keep it all inside until she saw him. But now that he was here, all she could do was bury her face in the warmth of his chest, snuggle closer as his arms wrapped around her. As if somehow he could make all her problems go away by his presence alone.

This is why I didn't get married last year," she said to him. "I wouldn't be here to nurse you." She thought about that for a moment. "Of course, one could make the argument that you wouldn't be in this situation if not for me. But we're not going to dwell upon that.

There was something about Miss Lyndon that made him glad she was on his side. Not that he thought she would make a vicious enemy, just that she seemed loyal, level-headed, and fair. And she had a wicked sense of humor. Just the sort of person a man would want standing beside him when he needed support.