Quotes About Support

Nobody ever chooses the already unfortunate as objects of his loyal friendship.

Stephen King once said every novel is just a long form letter to one person. The Term Sheet was secretly conceived as nothing more than my letter of gratitude to you. Any other woman would (and should) have left me long ago for all the crazy, half-baked, idiotic, ill-conceived silly things I have put you through. And yet without your love and support, none of this would have been possible.

Angel is responsible for all the AA prayers and mottoes. DON'T THINK AND DON'T DRINK. Angel put a cold wet one-sock on Tony's head and knelt beside him. "Brother, believe me … I've been there … right down there in the gutter where you are. I know just how you feel." Tony didn't open his eyes. Anybody says he knows just how someone else feels is a fool.

Existe un vínculo entre los pacientes de diálisis, como entre los alcohólicos anónimos o los supervivientes de un terremoto. Son conscientes del indulto, se tratan unos a otros con más ternura y respeto que la gente normal.

We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.

Russell Markert, Lela Rogers, Ed Sedgwick- these were but a few of the experienced theater people who generously gave me a boost. I have a theory about the assists we get in life. Only rarely can we repay those people who helped us, but we can pass that help along to others. That's why, in 1958, I reactivated Lela's theater workshop with two dozen talented kids trying to get started in show business.

When we are well, we all have good advice for those who are ill.

Consult your friend on all things, especially on those which respect yourself. His counsel may then be useful where your own self-love might impair your judgment.

I love [my friends]. They're brilliant, but I'm the best.

some people very quickly develop a hunger for tools to help them cope with grief, and that there is nothing wrong with the desire for action—for what might be called proactive participation in the grieving process.

Everything happens for a reason. "Let me be crystal clear: If you've faced a tragedy and someone tells you in any way, shape, or form that your tragedy was meant to be, that it happened for a reason, that it will make you a better person, or that taking responsibility for it will fix it, you have every right to remove them from your life," writes blogger Tim Lawrence.

Funding for sports (and the arts) are often the first things facing the chop in difficult times.

Never shall I forget the time I spent with you. Please continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.

Never shall I forget the times I spent with you continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.

Never forget the days I spent with you. Continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.

Children are the anchors of a mother's life. —SOPHOCLES, Phaedra, fragment 612

Heroes don't leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they don't wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back.

Home is not a place, but rather, the people who love you.

I knew that sometimes when people spoke, it wasn't because they had something important to say. It was because they had a powerful need for someone to listen.

I loved Alex so much that it was easier to let him hurt me than to watch him hurt himself.

What you know isn't nearly as important as who you know. Who will miss you. Who you will miss.

Where there is support, there is no grief.

He wished he knew what to say to make her feel better, but the truth was, he didn't feel all that great himself and he didn't know if there were even any words in the English language to take away this kind of stunning shock, this understanding that the world isn't the place you thought it was.

She'd been in labor for nineteen hours; I completely understood why she wanted to pass the buck. 'You are so beautiful,' her husband crooned, holding up her shoulders. 'You are so full of shit,' Lila snarled, but as a contraction settled over her like a net, she bore down and pushed.