Quotes About Support

You set, Bones? Ouch, McCoy said. I assume that pun was meant to make me feel better, or else accidental.

Riley reached out and took Sarah's hand.

There are few things that cannot be put right by love, and there is no shortage of that here.

Death and memory are meant to work together. Sometimes something gets stuck and then people need a guide or companion in grief.

He put an arm around me, I know, he said. I know. He didn't know, of course. Not really. And yet that was what he said, and I was soothed to hear it. For I knew what he meant. We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delineaments, weight and dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the color of grief is common to us all. I know, he said, because he was human, and therefore, in a way, he did.

Human lives are not pieces of string that can be separated out from a knot of others and laid out straight. Families are webs. Impossible to touch one part of it without setting the rest vibrating. Impossible to understand one part without having a sense of the whole.

Half a year—maybe." "Something like that." Rita did not look away. Part of her job was to help people look at what was coming. Dying could be lonely. A nurse was often an easier person to talk to than family. She held his gaze with hers.

Oh, my poor child." I felt the touch of Miss Winter's hand on my shoulder, and while I cried over the corpses of my broken words, her hand remained there, lightly.

Lily was no great reader. She could not tell b from d and all the letters quivered on the page as soon as they felt the brush of her gaze; but when her mother read aloud in her gentle voice, the lines settled and she found she could follow the thread after all, mouthing the words silently in time. Sometimes

Rita did not look away. Part of her job was to help people face what was coming. Dying could be lonely. A nurse was often easier to talk to than family.

Human lives are not pieces of string that can be separated out from a knot of others and laid out straight. Families are webs. Impossible to touch one part of it without setting the rest vibrating.

It was surprising how a man's mind might remain half in shadow until the right confidant appeared

regretted that he had to comfort me for his own loss.

Interestingly, when they are on our side, we usually refer to them as guerrillas or partisans or freedom fighters. When they, the men in the hills, oppose a government we support, we call them insurgents.

The American left's motto comes from the English Fabian socialist George Bernard Shaw: "Any government that robs Peter to pay Paul can always count on Paul's support.

Cruel blows of fate call for extreme kindness in the family circle.

The family - that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor, in our inmost hearts, ever quite wish to.

At least we're companions in misfortune

me daba la sensación de que alguien tan destrozado como yo debía recibir ayuda de la Iglesia. A continuación dije para mis adentros que, como no pensaba en la Iglesia cuando era feliz, difícilmente podía esperar algo cuando no lo era. No se puede cobrar el seguro sin abonar las cuotas.

That evening of the row was our lowest depths; miserable people cannot afford to dislike each other. Cruel blows of fate call for extreme kindness in the family circle.

People can't help other people if they have too many of their own problems. They can't do what's right for the planet if they can't do what's right for themselves.

The ones who are prepared to see these changes and not crumble in fear will be the pillars on which others will lean when nothing makes sense to them. It doesn't mean you will provide the truth to them, it just means you are not falling down like they are.

The nonbelievers need the believers. They are desperate to have someone believe. As belief shrinks from the world, people find it more necessary than ever that someone believe... Those who have abandoned belief must still believe in us. They are sure that they are right not to believe but they know belief must not fade completely. Hell is when no one believes.

Love helps us develop an identity secure enough to allow itself to be placed in another's care and protection.