Quotes About Support

Sympathy isn't quite as bad. Sympathy says, I know how it feels, doesn't it just suck? Pity means they think you're defeated

You can fall in love again; most people do—but you can never replace a sister.

Will you really bring it?" she whispered. "Aye. Lisa, I'd bring you the stars if it would cease your tears.

I ordered, Dad paid, just like old times when life was simple, and Daddy was always there to be my Friday night date whenever my latest boyfriend had been a jerk.

They would be together always. Soul mates. He would never be alone. Never get lost in madness, for she would never fail to find him and bring him back.

You can't save people from themselves. You can only try to wake them up.

I'm the one who will always watch over you. Always be there to fuck you back to your senses when you need it, the one who will never let you die. I pull my shirt over my head and kick off my shoes. "What more could a woman ask?

Grey had seen every ugly, petty, disgusting part of her and that's why he was her best friend.

I'm proud of you, son," he said. "I guess it has finally sunk in that it's important to stand up for yourself in this world." Rocky shook his head. "It's more important to stand up for someone who can't stand up for herself," he had answered. Rocky Ryan speaking with his father.

There's no shame in crying, you know. You've been so strong, my brave girl, but you don't have to be strong now. There's nobody here but you and me, and you've had a hell of a night. Actually, a hell of a few years. Cry all you want.

got a kick in the ass from one of our clients. He'd lost his sight in an accident—hard enough, but he was a surgeon. His career, in his mind, was over." "Was it?" "Of course not. He couldn't do surgery, but he could other things. Over time, and with a lot of nagging, he began to accept that. He restarted his life, reinvented himself." "You saved him." She shook her head, embarrassed. "No. I was just his friend.

But until we are old ladies- a cypress age, a Sawtooth age- I will continue to link arms with her, in public, in private, in a panic of love.

I'm not going anywhere," she told me that night. But until we are old ladies--a cypress age, a Sawtooth age--I will continue to link arms with her, in public, in private, in a panic of love.

For the duration of our friendship, we'd trade off roles like this: anchor and boat, beholder and beheld.

Don't focus on who let you down. Appreciate who lifted you up. Don't focus on who darkened your days. Appreciate who brightened them.

If you want to make a difference in someone's life, you don't need to be gorgeous, rich, famous, brilliant or perfect. you just have to care.

One of my favorite things: good conversation with good friends.

Talk to yourself the way you'd talk to someone you love. Shush your inner bully. Be your own bestie.

A good friend is someone who is there for me when i'm glad or sad...who I can laugh madly with or cry badly with.

You are not alone. You are not being singled out by the fates to suffer.

You know, the Bible encourages us not to forsake fellowship with other believers. I think it's because we really do need each other. Not a one of us can thrive isolated and on our own.

Because this is what it means to be the mothers. You're a team of your own, ready to pull your weight, ready to play with pain, ready to leave it all on the field, but you're still on the sidelines waiting for someone else's end-to-end rush, or gunning from three, or taking on four defenders himself.

We mourn with those who mourn; weep with those in tears. John Ruusbroec, the fourteenth-century Dutch mystic, said "compassion is a wounding of the heart which love extends to all without distinction." At the end of life, as at the beginning of life, we need communities of compassion to hold our pain.

If we don't stand up for others, who will be left to stand up for us?