Quotes About Support

If you were loved, if you had people who cared about you, you could be by yourself and never feel alone. But if no one cared? You were isolated even in a crowd.

You told me I could beat him. You promised. ~Vishous

My twin's not broken; he's ruined Do you understand the difference? With Broken maybe you can fix things; Ruined all you can do is wait to bury him -Phury to Bella

In all the time they'd known the guy, iAm had never paid any particular attention to the females. Or the males. Personally, Rhage had always thought the poor bastard was suffering from Phury Syndrome—a condition whereupon one brother was so fucked-up that the other fell into a black hole trying to save him.

I love you. You are my heart beating outside of my chest. I don't care who you are mated to, or whether they have blond hair or black hair, blue or green eyes, male or female parts—as long as you are happy, that's all I worry about. I want for you what you want for yourself. I love you, Blaylock—I love you.

I'm proud of you. And I love you," Blay repeated. "Always. Forget about your old family…you have me now. I am your family.

I don't give a crap what happened between you and Xcor—mother to mother, I care only about you and the babies. And my husband will see my point of view. Trust me." Layla

husband and my family and the better half of WriterDog. Prologue

The thing with true family, from everything he'd learned? Sometimes they shared DNA with you. Sometimes they didn't. And given that the blood connection only went so far, the friends you chose were what made up the slack when your relatives sucked.

Knock her dead, my man." "Oh, no." Xcor shook his head. "That shan't be necessary. This one I like.

The nurse stared at him with such shock, it was clearly the first time anyone had not provided her with a safe, supported, emotionally aware and nurturing, micro-aggression-free educational platform.

Caregivers had to take care of themselves, and part of that meant having a life beyond whatever illness had put them in their role. God knew Ehlena told this to the family members of her chronically sick patients all the time, and the advice was both sound and practical. At least when she gave it to others. Turned on herself, it felt selfish.

She ran over the frost-laden grass in her bare feet and threw herself at him, grabbing on to his neck with both arms. She held him so tightly his spine cracked. She was sobbing. Bawling. Crying so hard her whole body was shaking. He didn't ask any questions, just wrapped himself around her. "I'm not okay," she said hoarsely between breaths. "Rhage…I'm not okay." He closed his eyes and held on tight.

And the truth was, the details didn't matter. Just like shared blood didn't matter. Family was so much more than DNA.

Caregivers had to take care of themselves, and part of that meant having a life beyond whatever illness had put them in their cole.

And you need to get on board my fucking optimism train, John Matthew. I love you. You love me. We are survivors. Do you hear me!

Caregivers had to take care of themselves, and part of that meant having a life beyond whatever illness had put them in their role.

Here." She held out her stuffed tiger. "This is Mastimon. He has always protected me. You can hold him now.

This was the nurse Rehv hoped he would get each time he came in. This was the one who made these visits even partially bearable. This was his Ehlena. -Rehv's thoughts

Butch, let me help you. He cursed. What if- What ifs don't cut it. She took a deep breath. I won't lie. I'm scared. But I don't want to turn my back on you and you're a fool to try and make me. He shook his head, respect in his eyes. You always been this courageous? No. But it appears that for you, I guess I am. So are you going to let me in? I want to. I feel like I need to.

My buddy's just being an ass. It's his life's work." "Everyone needs a purpose.

You don't have to—" "Stop it." Trez had to look away. "Don't make me cry. I hate feeling like a pussy." "You'd do the same for me." "You've already saved me once." "I like to think we saved each other.

After a moment, he dropped his head and started to kiss her again, and she kissed him right back, giving him everything she had, trying to reassure him not just about his own injury, but the very future of the race. Which was maybe nuts. But sometimes that was all you could do—just pour your hope and love into your partner because they needed the support, even though it arguably wasn't going to change or improve what was really going on.

And it was hard, when you were in a dark place, to be around those who were not. You didn't want to bring anybody down, but you also couldn't fake the happiness.