Quotes About Support

I never really bought in Kim's notion that they were somehow bound together through me- until just now when I saw her half carrying him down the hospital corridor.

This place is not about fixing you. It's about warehousing you while your clueless parents are bilked out of thousands of dollars.

Petite, je n'ai jamais eu conscience d'être soutenue, car j'ignorais l'impression que cela faisait de ne pas l'être.

Now I was laughing. I was still scared, but it was somehow comforting to think that maybe stage fright was a trait [even my parents had]... "But seriously, how do you get over the jitters?" Dad was still smiling, but I could tell he had turned serious because he slowed down his speech. "You don't. You just work through it. You hang in there." So I went on.

It's okay," he tells me, "if you want to go. Everyone wants you to stay. I want you to stay more than I've ever wanted anything in my life." His voice cracks with emotion. He stops, takes a breath, and continues. "But that's what I want and I could see why it might not be what you want. So I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It's okay if you have to leave us. It's okay if you want to stop Fighting.

You still have a family,

I'll be your mess, you be mine That was the deal that we had signed I bought a hazmat suit to clean up your waste Gas masks, gloves, to keep us safe But now I'm alone in an empty room Staring down immaculate doom

What about your parents? You can't let them down? Even if it means letting yourself down? Which I doubt they'd want for you. I understand about wanting to please your parents, to make them proud. It's a noble impulse, and I commend you for it. But at the end of the day, it's your education. You have to own it. And you should enjoy it.

There are like twenty people in that waiting room right now. Some of them are related to you. Some of them are not. But we're all your family. She stops now. Leans over me so that wisps of her hair tickle my face. She kisses me on the forehead. You still have a family, she whispers.

Mom shot me a sympathetic grimace. "I don't know. But I do know that if you want to stay and be with him, I'd support that, though maybe I'm only saying that because I don't think you'd be able to turn down Juilliard. But I'd understand if you chose love, Adam love, over music love. Either way you win. And either way you lose. What can I tell you? Love's a bitch.

It's okay," he tells me. "If you want to go. Everyone wants you to stay. I want you to stay more than I've ever wanted anything in my life." His voice cracks with emotion. He stops, clears his throat, takes a breath, and continues." But that's what I want and I could see why it might not be what you want. So I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It's okay if you have to leave us. It's okay if you want to stop fighting".

Life can be hard and beautiful and messy, but hopefully, it will be long. If it is, you will see that it's unpredictable, and that the dark periods come, but they abate—sometimes with a lot of support—and the tunnel widens, allowing the sun back in.

Because even though she might not know it, she just díd what I told her she could do.

Sé que ni todos los besos mágicos del mundo le habrían ayudado hoy, pero no sé de qué sería capaz por haber podido dárselo.

She stops now. Leans over me so that the wisps of her hair tickle my face. She kisses me on the forehead. "You still have family," she whispers.

so much my parents as my little brother. What would this do to him?

early and I don't want to get stuck there for the night. I ask Tricia if I can use her

The band. When you're with the band, I already have to share you with everyone. I don't want to add my family to that pot, too." Then she lost the battle and started to cry. All my annoyance melted. "You dumb-ass," I crooned, kissing her on the forehead. "You don't share me. You own me.

Eu queria que ele soubesse que, quando se sentisse sozinho no mundo... podia contar comigo.

Es el tipo de favor que se habría brindado a hacer sin que tuvieran que pedírselo.

I'll always remember when I bumped into Good Morning America's Robin Roberts on a flight to my mother's funeral in 1994, and how kind she was during that difficult time.

We may not care to play the part of public jesters ourselves, but the least we can do is to be grateful to those who are willing to become absurd for our benefit. Patronize them daintily, therefore, lest they backslide into propriety.

But as I stared up into his eyes, I could see something else there, too. Something that promised years of laughter. Of friendship and respect, of being challenged at every turn and growing into a better person for it. Of hot stolen moments in the dark, and long, lazy mornings in bed. Of always knowing someone's got your back no matter what kind of trouble finds you.

Well, I guess that tells you not to call me in a crisis.