Quotes About Support

MRS ARBUTHNOT For me the world is shriveled to a palm's breath, and where I walk there are thorns. HESTER It shall not be so. We shall somewhere find green valleys and fresh waters, and if we weep, well, we shall weep together.

You come down here to console me. That is charming of you. You find me consoled, and you are furious. How like a sympathetic person!

When I am in trouble, eating is the only thing that consoles me. 

How you men stand up for each other! How you women war against each other!

So long as you are secure you will count many friends; if your life becomes clouded you will be alone.

It was neither preaching nor praying that made a better man of me, but one or two people who believed in me better than I deserved, and I hated to disappoint them.

You learn who your friends are when the shit hits the fan.

All a publisher has to do is write cheques at intervals, while a lot of deserving and industrious chappies rally round and do the real work.

Im not letting my best freind die. been there done that. i got that freakin tshirt

Don't worry," he said softly. "No matter what else, we have love. Always love.

This is what it feels like to be part of a family. I like the way it feels!

Providence looks after all the chumps of this world, and personally, I'm all for it.

Gussie and I, as I say, had rather lost touch, but all the same I was exercised about the poor fish, as I am about all my pals, close or distant, who find themselves treading upon Life's banana skins.

To my daughter Leonora without whose never-failing sympathy and encouragement this book would have been finished in half the time.

He seemed to be doing his best to marry into a family of pronounced loonies, and how the deuce he thought he was going to support even a mentally afflicted wife on nothing a year beat me. Old Bittlesham was bound to knock off his allowance if he did anything of the sort and, with a fellow like young Bingo, if you knocked off his allowance, you might just as well hit him on the head with an axe and make a clean job of it.

What you want, I said, is to look out for a chance and save her from drowning. I can't swim. That was Freddie Bullivant all over. A dear old chap in a thousand ways, but no help to a fellow, if you know what I mean.

Now look here, old friend, I said. I know your bally heart is broken and all that, and at some future time I shall be delighted to hear all about it, but - I didn't come to talk about that. No? Good egg! The past, said young Bingo, is dead. Let us say no more about it. Right-o! I have been wounded to the very depths of my soul, but don't speak about it. I won't. Ignore it. Forget it. Absolutely! I hadn't seen him so dashed reasonable for days.

You know, with the most charitable feelings towards him, there are moments when you can't help thinking that young Bingo ought to be in some sort of a home.

And you call yourself a pal of mine! Yes, I know; but there are limits. Bertie, said Bingo reproachfully, I saved your life once. When? Didn't I? It must have been some other fellow then. Well, anyway, we were boys together and all that. You can't let me down. Oh, all right, I said. But, when you say you haven't nerve enough for any dashed thing in the world, you misjudge yourself.

Two tramps of supernatural exuberance called at the cottage shortly after breakfast to ask George, whom they had never even consulted about their marriages, to help support their wives and children.

He must be provided with a claque. It will be your task, Jeeves

Had I been alone, a casual glance in passing would have contented me, but for Ukridge the spectacle of somebody else working always had an irresistible fascination, and, gripping my arm, he steered me up to assist him in giving the toiler moral support. About two minutes after he had started to breathe earnestly on the man's neck, the latter, seeming to become aware that what was tickling his back hair was not some wandering June zephyr, looked up with a certain petulance.

Peter looked at her gravely. I'm putting up with a lot for your sake, he said. You needn't. Why don't you go away? And leave you chained to the rock, Andromeda? Not for Perseus!

I was exercised about the poor fish, as I am about all my pals, close or distant, who find themselves treading upon Life's banana skins.