Quotes About Support

I can trust my friends These people force me to examine myself, encourage me to grow.

You see, sometimes when you work by yourself in a field such as ours, it helps to share knowledge among professionals. I'm not saying that we watch one another's back or anything, because we don't. It's more of a back-scratching than a back-watching affair, as in, "You scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours." Officially, none of us has ever heard of any of us.

But it's Libby. I know it's her. I have to figure out how to help her. Maybe I'm the only one who can. – May

She put her head down on Libby's lap, and stared up at her eyes – which stared back down at her with a worried expression. "Hang in there, May. There's some blood, but it's not that bad. You're going to be fine." She grinned. "I'm already fine. Everything is.

No matter how bad your day, how terrible your choices, how ridiculous your risks, a dog would never tell you how stupid you were.

Join us, Hawke?" Valentine Merton demanded,

were family

If you choose to surrender your pen to God, you will probably face the odd looks and stares from your friends or family members who won't understand your choices. They may think you're not doing enough to "make this happen" on your own.

I had problems a therapist couldn't solve; grief that no man in a room could ameliorate.

There is no cure except to live the hell out of our lives, to take it apart, to put it back together, to dig it all up, and then fill the hole. To help ourselves and one another to the best of our abilities. To believe everything entirely, while also calling bullshit for what it is.

we are all, in the private kingdom of our hearts, desperate for the company of a wise, true friend. Someone who isn't embarrassed by our emotions, or her own, who recognizes that life is short and that all we have to offer, in the end, is love.

When it comes to our children, we do not have the luxury of despair. If we rise, they will rise with us every time, no matter how many times we've fallen before. I hope you will remember that the next time you fail...Remembering that is the most important work as parents we can possibly do.

What is one boot without the other boot? It is nothing. It is useless, an orphan forevermore, and I could take no mercy on it.

I didn't wake from these dreams crying. I woke shrieking. Paul grabbed me and held me until I was quiet. He wetted a washcloth with cool water and put it over my face. But those wet washcloths couldn't wash the dreams of my mother away. Nothing did. Nothing would. Nothing could ever bring my mother back or make it okay that she was gone. Nothing would put me beside her the moment she died. It broke me up. It cut me off. It tumbled me end over end.

compassion isn't about solutions. It's about giving all the love that you've got.

The truth was, in spite of all that, she'd been a spectacular mom. I knew it as I was growing up. I knew it in the days that she was dying. I knew it now. And I knew that was something. That it was a lot. I had plenty of friends who had moms who—no matter how long they lived—would never give them the all-encompassing love that my mother had given me.

Romantic love is not a competitive sport.

Blood is thicker than water, my mother had always said when I was growing up, a sentiment I'd often disputed. But it turned out that it didn't matter whether she was right or wrong. They both flowed out of my cupped palms.

because we are all, in the private kingdom of our hearts, desperate for the company of a wise, true friend. Someone who isn't embarrassed by our emotions, or her own, who recognizes that life is short and that all we have to offer, in the end, is love.

The people in my life were like the BandAids that had blown away in the desert wind that first day on the trail. They scattered and then they were gone.

If we rise, they will rise with us every time, no matter how many times we've fallen before. I hope you will remember that the next time you fail. I hope I will too.

hen it comes to our children, we do not have the luxury of despair. If we rise, they will rise with us every time, no matter how many times we've fallen. Remembering that is the most important work we can

Unlike Leif and Karen, who could hardly bear to be in our mother's presence once she got sick, I couldn't bear to be away from her. Plus, I was needed.

We are obligated to the people we care about and who we allow to care about us, where we say we love them or not.