Quotes About Support

The purpose of a relationship is not to have another who might complete you; but to have another with whom you might share your completeness.

and I realize that this is the true core of human nature: When we've lost the strength to save ourselves, we somehow find the strength to save each other.

Hole... He grips Risa's hand tighter. Hole, Risa, hole... And she smiles Yes, Connor, she says. You're whole. You're finally whole.

For standing between Cody and his pain is my obligation, and standing between my uncle and his pain is my rent, but the pain I coax from Bronte is my joy

Connor tries to hold her arm to give her support, but she shakes him off and throws him a nasty gaze. If I want your help, I'll ask. Do I look feeble to you? Actually, yes. Looks are deceiving. she says. After all, when I saw you, I thought you looked reasonably intelligent. Very funny.

In spite of my wisecracking, pain-in-the-ass ways, I was the clip that held things together. Unnoticed. Taken for granted. Okay, maybe I'm giving myself too much credit here, but I'd be damned if I was gonna keep on being the family paper clip.

Marie couldn't help but smile. This girl whom she had not even wanted to take on in the first place had become her greatest supporter. Her truest friend.

Connor bangs his head back sharply against the wall, hoping to jar loose the bad thoughts clinging to his brain. This is not a good place to be alone with your thoughts. Perhaps that's why Hayden feels compelled to talk.

How do you fill it?' Connor asks. 'How do you fill the … the space?' And to Cam's own amazement, he has an answer. 'Bit by bit,' he says, 'and not alone.

It made me wonder how many important causes were crushed not by opposition, but by lukewarm support.

The best you can really hope for is a family where everyone's problems, big and small, work together. Kind of like an orchestra where every instrument is out of tune, in exactly the same way, so you don't really notice

Still, if you've got to bring yourself within inches of your life just to cry for help, something's wrong somewhere. Either you weren't yelling loud enough to begin with, or the people around you are deaf, dumb, and blind. Which makes me think it isn't just a cry for help - it's more a cry to be taken seriously. A cry that says I'm hurting so badly, the world must, for once, come to a grinding halt for me. The question is, what do you do next?

At home they expect you to be fixed, she says. They say they understand, but the only people who really understand are the ones who've been to That Place, too. It's like a man telling a woman he knows what it feels like to give birth

Our hope is that Challenger Deep will comfort those who have been there, letting them know that they are not alone. We also hope that it will help others to empathize, and to understand what it's like to sail the dark, unpredictable waters of mental illness.

What was friendship if it isn't some kind of love?

What happened to you is kind of like a fire, in a way. I saw this thing once on T.V. They said wildfires have to happen every so often. Brush gets too thick, trees get too dense. You have a hot day and whoosh! But the heathy trees survive. In fact, there are some seeds that won't even grow until they burn first. So have you lost some friends today? Maybe, but they weren't real friends. They were just brush. And the ones who stick by you, the ones who get it? They're the healthy trees.

If I could smile, I would. Lonely? How could I be lonely with friends like this on the journey?

When we've lost the strength to save ourselves, we somehow find the strength to save each other.

Tyger Salazar had hurled himself out a thirty-nine-story window, leaving a terrible mess on the marble plaza below. His own parents were so annoyed by it, they didn't come to see him. But Rowan did. Rowan Damisch was just that kind of friend.

His friends were fair-weather at best. Cohorts of convenience.

In a perfect world mothers would all want their babies, and strangers would open up their homes to the unloved.

Rowan was nervous, he just didn't want to admit it. He knew admitting it would make Citra more worried, which would make him more worried.

I'm scared," he says. "I know," says the nurse. "I want you all to go to Hell." "That's natural.

Lev had agreed to go with him because he knew the two tilled a need in each other. CyFi was like a preacher with no flock. He couldn't exist without an audience, and Lev needed someone who could fill his head with ideas, to replace the lifetime of ideas that had been taken from him.