Quotes About Support

Felicity grabbed onto a broken roof beam for support. It was strange, standing in the middle of where the drawing room used to be, and seeing her broken bedchamber furniture occupying the same space. She wanted to cry every time she looked at the rubble, but weeping wouldn't help her dig out her jewelry box or the books piled in the wreck of the library.

Codependence - Someone who lives someone else's life.

I think that must be a lot like how God has it--not to sound as if I think I'm anything like God, mind you. But the whole idea--sitting up there behind glass you can't be seen through. The person down below looks up and it's just a reflection of themselves, a mirror is what they see. But behind the glass, somebody who loves you more than anything is watching, and is hoping for the best for you, and cheering you on, and is loving you even when you are doing something you shouldn't be.

Boy, was I relieved! My best friend wasn't a robber after all. SURE! we shouted. Sometimes when we share the horrible truth, we become closer friends.

MASTER: "But even behind the mother's love lies her hope that the children will support her later on. But I love these youngsters because I see in them N?r?yana Himself. These are not mere words.

The word compassion means "with suffering." To have compassion is to willingly join in suffering—to show those you love that you will not let them suffer

Not to hurt our humble brethren is our first duty to them, but to stop there is not enough. We have a higher mission: to be of service to them whenever they require it.

Wilson has to leave early. He got the call earlier this morning: there is a bed for his wife in a nearby hospice. If she is going to take it, she must move today. The doctors still don't understand what is wrong with her, only that her self and her strength are ebbing away, and there seems no stopping it. Wilson's afternoon will be spent getting his wife, with whom he's traveled the world, ready for her final journey.

My advice to anyone who is looking for help in their marriage would be to seek help from someone who sees life in a positive way or gives out positive advice.

Like I said, I've got too much respect for women to marry them, but that doesn't mean you can't support them emotionally and financially.

I assure my loved one that the illness is minor and advise her about its source and the most effective treatment.

Are you hurting anywhere else? I asked, feeling so emotionally raw after the long night we'd had. He caught my wrist and pulled my hand down to press flat over his heart. Here. So am I. He kissed my fingertips, then linked our hands and led me...

Chicks before dicks, and all that.

What would I do without you? You're never going to find out.

It's my place to stand beside you, and support you, and yes, just fucking look pretty on your arm sometimes. It's my right, my duty, and my privilege, Eva, just as it's yours in reverse.

My wife would fight the world for me. It was miraculous to know that. When no one else had fought for me, I'd somehow found the one soul who would.

I know it's not fair to ask you to be with me when we can't even sleep in the same bed, but I'll love you better than anyone else could. I'll take care of you and make you happy. I know I can.

What I want is for both of us to feel safe. What you and I have together shouldn't be draining us like this. It should be the one rock-solid thing we both count on.

I crawled into his lap, sighing happily when he shifted me into a spot that felt made for me. Every peaceful moment we had with each other was treasured. Gideon deserved the respite, and I longed to be that for him. His lips touched my forehead. "You okay, angel mine?" "I'm in your arms. Life doesn't get better than this.

There's nothing like a little Gideon therapy to make things look up.

That compromise means you don't always have to be the strong one, Gideon. You can do the heavy lifting on occasion, and you can let Eva do it sometimes. Marriage isn't about whether you're strong enough as an individual. It's about how strong you are together and the luxury of taking turns carrying the load.

Cheers to us, the seriously fucked up. At least we have each other.

I can't bail out on Cary, I said apologetically, turning to face him. Chicks before dicks and all that.

I breathed him in, feeling the effect of him— his nearness, his support— permeate my being. The smell of his soap was muted now, the naturally seductive scent of his skin altering the fragrance into something richer and more delicious. When I was restless, he settled me.