Quotes About Support

I sat down next to her. Took her hand. This can work, I said. All we have to do is try.

A father is a hard thing to compass.

In your heart you thought she would hate you—that they would all hate you. I don't hate you. Tú eres mi hombre, she says proudly.

Those last months. No way of wrapping it pretty or pretending otherwise: Rafa was dying. By then it was only me and Mami taking care of him and we didn't know what the fuck to do, what the fuck to say. So we just said nothing. My mom wasn't the effusive type anyway, had one of those event-horizon personalities-shit just fell into her and you never really knew how she felt about it. She just seemed to take it, never gave anything off, not light, not heat.

No matter what the fuck he pulled-and my brother pulled a lot of shit-she was always a hundred percent on his side, as only a Latin mom can be with her querido oldest hijo. If he'd come home one day an said, Hey, Ma, I exterminated half the planet, I´m sure she would have defended his ass: Well, hijo, we were overpopulated.

You must learn her. You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept. And, this is how you keep her.

Success, after all, loves a witness, but failure can't exist without one.

with snowballs and I feel Ramón sadden and I know he's thinking about his son and right then I want to put my arm around him, tell him it will be fine. Will you be coming by? Depends on how the work goes.

It was in that hour of tribulation, however, that a hand reached out for her and she remembered who she was.

In August Rafa quit his job at the carpet factory—I'm too fucking tired, he complained, and some mornings his leg bones hurt so much he couldn't get out of bed right away. The Romans used to shatter these with iron clubs, I told him while I massaged his shins. The pain would kill you instantly. Great, he said. Cheer me up some more, you fucking bastard.

She'd never been big on church before, but as soon as we landed on cancer planet she went so over-the-top Jesucristo that I think she would have nailed herself to a cross if she'd had one handy. That last year she was especially Ave Maria. Had her prayer group over to our apartment two, three times a day. The Four Horsefaces of the Apocalypse, I called them.

He who is of little faith looks for support and protection for his faith, because it is preyed upon by fear.

Friends are the best to turn to when you're having a rough day.

It's cool when fans spend so much time making things for me. It means a lot.

Sometimes you have to drown to keep someone else above water.

All those years, waiting for the Army, and it turns out the Army is us.

We're just people. I don't know what's up that mountain, but I do know that much. We live, we die. Somewhere along the way, if we're lucky, we may find someone to help lighten the load.

Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris: "It is a comfort to the wretched to have companions in misery.

he had imparted to her the greatest gift, which was the courage to go on. That's what love is, she told the boy, what love does. I hope someday you love somebody the way that I loved him.

We live, we die. Somewhere along the way, if we're lucky, we may find someone to help lighten the load.

The best part about being with a group is that you don't have to do everything alone. You're with your friends.

The pressure of his touch through my jacket and my sweater was more assurance than any promise ever made to me. It was a touch that said, I have your back and I am here for you. If a girl wasn't careful, she could fall in love with a touch like that.

I took her hand in mine, not the way I used to hold hers as a child, but with our fingers woven together. And we strode through the archway of emperors and into the open -- hand in hand, my mother and I.

Dar's been through enough in his life, and his legs are only a small part of it. Don't play with him, Cassie. If you're not serious, leave him the hell alone." "And if I am serious?" Sean smiled ruefully. "Then you're in for the fight of your life.