Quotes About Support

In all the free falls of one's life, there are moments that stand out as a hand reaching across the abyss, and this, for me, was one of them.

Caroline and I had reached out to each other from similar shelters of quiet and solitude.

I'm afraid that if I stop drinking, I'll be dreary, and anxious all the time, and dull," I had told him. "Well, you might be," he had said matter-of-factly. "The only thing you can know for sure is that you'll be a whole lot less drunk." After a while, a whole lot less drunk was what I aspired to be.

The lessons of those days were so basic: To view other women as allies rather than the competition. To unleash our intelligence, liberate our bodies, assume we were capable of things previously denied or unconsidered.

It's your love," my old friend Pete had said to me years before, when I was trying to leave a lousy relationship. "You get to keep that.

IT'S AN OLD, OLD STORY: I HAD A FRIEND AND WE shared everything, and then she died and so we shared that, too.

Drualt took Freya's warm hand, Her strong hand, Her sword hand, And pressed it to his lips, Pressed it to his heart. Come with me,' he said. Come with me to battle, My love. Tarry at my side. Stay with me When battle is done. Tarry at my side. Laugh with me, And walk with me The long, long way. Tarry with me, My love, at my side.

The Writer's Oath I promise solemnly: 1. to write as often and as much as I can, 2. to respect my writing self, and 3. to nurture the writing of others. I accept these responsibilities and shall honor them always.

una buena idea nunca es más fuerte que la estructura que debe apoyarla.

I don't know exactly what you're feeling, but I know it hurts.' She tightened her hug a little. 'Trust me, it might get worse, but in the end, it gets better. It finally gets good. I swear.

May their having each other make more of them both.

In friendships . . . the requisits are always the same. Each provides the other with a refuge in time of trouble, with a continuum to fall back on in time of self-doubt, with an underpinning of earned trust upon which it is possible to build new achievements.

Friends are an intersection. A route back to the world.

I was employed by an agency. Hikikomori agency. Parents paid the agency to find ways to get their sons back into the world. For many we were what you call in English "the last resort": the parents had tried pets, Shinto priests, bribes, threats. 'I was a very good rental sister – I had a high success rate. The fact that I dressed as a goth Lolita helped,

So long as you've got your friends about you, and a good positive attitude, you don't really have to care what everyone else thinks.

Perfect" is that person we imbue with the capacity to enliven and support our vision or the person we believe in and want to help.

Growing in tandem is virtually impossible in a patriarchal society, as ours has been. Only one-half of the couple has the use of that remarkable support system known as a wife. Added to this basic determinant of tempo is the rate of social change. Even in a relatively stagnant society, the odds are minimal that any couple can enjoy matched development.

What really happened with Serena and Jeb is that each was able to be strong in an area in which the other needed support. In

No two people can possibly coordinate all their developmental crises.

The caring of experienced partners goes less into roles and more into enhancing the special qualities and endearing idiosyncrasies that brought them together in the first place.

We look to our mates, to our children, to money or success, hoping they will extend the protection of the caregivers from our childhood.

Our recent research indicates that an absence of warmth, acceptance, and support characterizes the early family life of many hoarders, perhaps leading them to form strong emotional attachments to possessions.

Please, Matsu-san,' I told him, not long after the house was completed. 'I don't wish to have any flowers.' "Never once did he question me. I needed my life to be simple without any beauty to remind me of all I had lost. And though I had not told him that, Matsu must have seen it in my eyes. 'Don't worry, Sachi,' he said, 'there will be no flowers.

Matsu gathered up what little was left of the food and wrapped it back up in the furoshiki. 'I followed you and the others down to the beach yesterday morning. I wondered if you might try to find your way to peace as she did.' 'I couldn't,' I began to cry, turning away in shame. Then Matsu leaned over close to my ear. He smelled of sweat and the earth as he whispered, 'It takes greater courage to live.