Quotes About Support

The love of a good woman is the savior of an aimless man.

the Shitstorm Survivors' Club. Christ

Love 'em or hate 'em, by blood or by heart, family was a kind of oxygen. Necessary for the living.

When you are poor, all you have are the people in your life. Who they are and who they are to you? That is the wealth you have in the world. That is the wealth you pass down to the next generation.

Butch clapped him on the shoulder. "Listen to me. You have the fashion sense of a park bench and the interpersonal skills of a meat cleaver—" "Is this supposed to be helping?

We're in this together, people, three fathers and one mom, two kids. Bam!

the Shitstorm Survivors' Club.

Christ, for all the crap that the people living in the mansion had been through, maybe V should design a tat they could each get on their asses.

Do you still want to be friends with me? Even though I'm gay.

The essential truth of life, he was coming to realize, wasn't romantic and took only two words to label: Shit. Happens. But the thing was, you kept going. You kept your friends and your family and your mate as safe as you were able. And you kept fighting even after you were knocked down.

This was why people got mated, Rehv suddenly thought. Fuck the sex and the social position. If they were smart, they did it to make a house that had no walls and an invisible roof and a floor that no one could walk on—and yet the structure was a shelter no storm could blow down, no match could torch up, no passage of years could degrade. That was when it hit him. A mated bond like that helped you through shit nights like this. Bella

godfather or godmother to an individual.

Like I said, it's you and me against the world for this train wreck.

Hey. You still all right? Butch said softly Flicking up a light, he inhaled. Yeah. I really fucking am, true. Then he glanced into the hazels of his best friend. And... you? Yeah. Me, too. Cool. Cool. Heeeeeeeeeey, check his shit out with the relating. Any more od this and he was going to get a gold star on his chart.

The essential truth of life, he was coming to realize, wasn't romantic and took only two words to label: Shit. Happens. But the thing was, you kept going. You kept your friends and your family and your mate as safe as you were able. And you kept fighting even after you were knocked down. Goddamn it, you dragged your ass off the ground and you kept fighting.

I never could have done that last one without you. Her voice was both shy and lovely. You know ... my birth sire? He never did anything like that for me. He never ... he didn't even want me to go to the clinic. You know, even though I was hurt... She cleared her throat. So thank you. You're the best father ever.

Mi dispiace…» «No.» Beth scosse la testa con decisione. «No, non ci dispiace. Abbiamo la nostra famiglia e siamo molto, molto fortunati. Non ci dispiace.» Fu allora che Wrath si mise a piangere;

And that was kind of ugly to admit. Like cancer was a noble disease, but if your biochemistry had conspired with a drug to your mortal detriment then you were undeserving of sympathy, support, understanding.

She knows exactly the burdens you carry—and she picked you with all of them.

Cristo, il fato ci sapeva fare quando doveva darti una lezione, anche se ti accorgevi sempre troppo tardi di averne bisogno: aveva passato decisamente troppo tempo ripiegato su se stesso, a rimuginare sul suo difetto fisico e sulla delusione che rappresentava per la sua famiglia e per la società. Per un sacco di tempo era stato un casino ambulante, un groviglio inestricabile, e Blay, che gli voleva bene, era stato risucchiato nel vortice.

Both males took a deep breath. And then Wrath put his hand on top of Xcor's head, as if in benediction. Looking up, the King sought Layla out with his blind eyes. "You should be proud of your male. This is no small thing for a warrior." She brushed at her eyes. "Yes." Wrath

Beth rolled her eyes, but inside, she didn't mind him being pushy at all. Her husband was going to take excellent care of her—whether or not she was carrying his child. And that was love right there.

When you had no compass of your own, anyone's would do.

Sometimes you had to sit on the sidelines while the one you loved worked their shit out.