Quotes About Support

How do you do it? Do what? All of it. You know. Go to class and practice. Make it through the day. Act like ... like none if it mattered. Jason swore beneath his breath and pulled the car over. Then he reached across the seat and brushed his thumb over her cheek; until then, she hadn't been aware she was crying. Trix, he sighed, it mattered.

It's not because I don't want to hurt Delia's feelings. It's because when she is bruised, I'm the one who aches.

Was that all it took to be brave? Knowing that someone believed in you?

She is the person I ran to when I got my period; the one who helped me knit back together my first broken heart; the hand I would reach for in the middle of the night when I could no longer remember which side our father parted his hair on, or what it sounded like when our mother laughed. No matter what she is now, before all that, she was my built-in best friend.

Like Connor, Alex protected me -and he was the only person I let close enough to do it. Like Connor, Alex could finish my sentences before I did. But unlike Connor, for whom I had ultimately come too late, I was just in time to take care of Alex.

I sigh. "But if you'd talked to Jules—if she could hear you . . ." My voice trails off. "Then you wouldn't feel quite so crazy?" Oliver asks gently. "Can't you believe in me, if I believe in you?

Here's what girlfriends do for you: they provide the reality check. They are the ones who tell you when you have spinach between your teeth or when your ass looks fat in a pair of jeans or when you're being a bitch. They tell you, and there's no drama or agenda, like there would be if the message had come from your husband. They tell you the truth because you need to hear it, but it doesn't alter the bond between you.

It turns out that there's something even harder than not being able to be with the person you love when you're happy: not being able to comfort her when she's sad.

having someone with you when you die should not be a privilege but a right.

My biggest hope for Jacob is that moments like this won't happen. My biggest fear: that they will, and I won't always be there to keep people from thinking the worst of him.

Hope, Patrick knew, was the exact measure of distance between himself and the person who'd come for help.

Mothers are supposed to be their children's biggest cheerleaders. Mothers are supposed to believe in their children, no matter what. Mothers will lie to themselves, if necessary, to do this.

Don't think you have to discuss the illness. Sometimes, a sick person needs a break. And if you ask up front if he wants to talk about how he feels-- or doesn't-- you're giving him control at a time when he doesn't have a lot of choices.

Home isn't a where, Olive. It's a who.

Because we're two of a kind. You were made to take care of me, and I'm going to take care of you.

Oliver, she says. You can do this. I watch her walk away. When Delilah talks like that, it's easy to remember why I gave up everything I knew in order to be with her. She believes in me, and if someone believes in you wholeheartedly, you start to believe in yourself as well.

Neither of us, it turns out, has been the only one who lost someone she loved.

What is a parent, really, but somebody who picks up the things a child leaves behind - a trail made of stripped off clothing, orphaned shoes, tiny bright plastic game pieces, and nostalgia - and who hands back each of these when its needed?

Having a family means you're never alone.

what makes a family a family isn't doing everything right all the time but, instead, giving a second chance to the people you love who do things wrong.

I'm sorry, I sobbed. I'm helpless. That's where you're wrong, she told me. You're mot helpless. You need help. There's a big difference.

It reminded Lacy of running into someone you hadn't seen for a while, and finding her bald and missing her eyebrows: you knew she was in the throes of chemotherapy, but pretended you didn't, because it was easier that way for both of you.

A real friend isn't capable of feeling sorry for you.

I can't watch someone cook without helping. It's a genetic abnormality.