Quotes About Support

Don't be afraid," he whispered into my hair. "There's the two of us now." I felt warm, soothed, and safe for the first time in many days.

Thought of the general drew his fragmented thoughts together, a magnet in a scatter of loose iron filings. Someone to depend on…a man to share the burden…he wanted that, above all things. "Oh, God," he whispered, and moths touched his face, gentle in the dark.

The big Scot had sat by the man's side all night, listening, encouraging, comforting. Grey had stood by the door, not wishing to frighten the man by the sight of his uniform, both surprised and oddly touched at Fraser's gentleness.

There was no other means of anesthesia available, and I could under no circumstances do it with a conscious patient. Above all, Myers had asked me to do it. I sought Jamie's face, wanting advice. He was there, standing beside me, and saw the question in my eyes. Well, he'd

He put his arm around her and drew her head down on his shoulder, and they sat silently together, waiting for the light to come back.

Grey shook his head and, wheezing gently, one hand to his bruised ribs, got awkwardly to his feet and hobbled to the wing chair. "You could Ã¢â'¬Â¦ have helped," he said to Fraser. "Ye managed brawly on your own," Fraser assured him gravely, and to his mortification, Grey found that this word of praise gratified him exceedingly.

IN WHICH MRS. FIGG TAKES A HAND

Rebekah looked like a wee dolly, but she was surprisingly solid, as he found when she put her foot in his hands and he tossed her up into the saddle. She didn't manage to swing her leg over and instead lay across the saddle like a dead deer, waving her arms and legs in agitation. Wrestling her into an upright position and getting himself set behind her left him red-faced and sweating, far more than dealing with the horses had. Jamie

No dicen que la felicidad es la persona capaz de hacer que uno se recomponga cuando está roto?

John—well." He lifted his shoulders and let them drop. "I couldna give him what he wanted—and he is friend enough not to ask it.

He shook his head, and squeezed my hand tight. "You are my courage, as I am your conscience," he whispered. "You are my heart—and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach?" "I do know that

Healing comes from the healed; not from the physician. That much, Raymond had taught me.

I have the LGBT audience behind me, and there's all these people that I want to make proud, and I want to do well aside from just myself.

The state has no right to cast people aside because they are sick or disabled.

My mother never once asked me to stay at home, because she knew acting was something I really wanted to do. She was great.

Throughout my career I have been an advocate for women, in all aspects of their lives.

Our friends are barometers of our own lives: We look to our BFFs to better understand how we're doing ourselves. Our friends help us make sense of what we have, what we aspire to, and what we truly long for.

I am always open to the idea of helping young and aspiring cricketers.

Man-management is my biggest asset, to help the players enjoy themselves and be better than they already are.

I try to assist team-mates.

An assist is like a goal for me.

I like to make goals, but sometimes a nice assist is even better than a goal.

Be a gunner? Me? I don't think I can do it. But I'll go for whatever the assist record is.

Every time I score or assist I am proud of myself if I have helped the team to get a result.