Quotes About Support

I'm happy Josie has such a good friend. I hope my presence will never come in the way of such a good friendship.' 'Hope not. But a lot of things come in the way of friendships.

I'm sure she barely knew the meaning of loneliness with you there.' 'I hope not.

every time she fell he picked her up with no thank you required.

Girlfriends have sight. Wives have vision. You don't marry for better or for better. What you manifest at your lowest is who you are at your highest. If you can't stand with this man in the bad, then why would he want to celebrate you in the good? Get that spirit of girlfriend up off you. Wives stick and stay and pray that man through until he realizes the God in him is so much greater than what the devil has whispered to him.

Marriage is not gonna feel good all the time. You have to have it together for your husband when he doesn't have it together for himself. As his wife you're called to help, to heal and to provide peace in ways he can't get on his own. That's what your rib represents. R.I.B. Rest in the brokenness. Give that man his rib. Can you give him rest in his brokenness? Own your place as the rib. Play

Marriage is not gonna feel good all the time. You have to have it together for your husband when he doesn't have it together for himself. As his wife you're called to help, to heal and to provide peace in ways he can't get on his own. That's what your rib represents. R.I.B. Rest in the brokenness. Give that man his rib. Can you give him rest in his brokenness? Own your place as the rib. Play your position. Don't let

If it gets too bad, go. I'll understand." I won't.

A friend helps you move; a real friend helps you move a body.

in some ways I relied on that- someone to keep me thinking, keep me striving to do better, keep me from burying my head and praying it all worked out.

I love that woman. The only thing I want is for her to be happy. I'll do whatever it takes to see that happen. Do you get that?

I can't stop wanting to help, and by 'help,' I really mean guide, and by 'guide,' I really mean protect. That has nothing to do with you and whether you can take care of yourself. It's about me and what I want, which is to make life easier for you, because I know it isn't easy and it's only getting harder, and I'm scrambling madly to smooth those rough edges before you get hurt.

What's that old joke? "A friend helps you move; a real friend helps you move a body.

I'd said to myself once that Gabriel preferred a life where he felt as little responsibility for others as possible. That was true. But even more true is the fact that he preferred a life where others felt no responsibility for him.

you bend over backward to keep

He watched as her sister read it. Watched as her face crumpled, as her shoulders shook. Ashy. Caught her and held her, and they fell against each other.

You could stay here," I said softly. "If he does leave." He rubbed his arms, like he was getting cold. His gaze was down, but his jaw was set in that way I knew well, ready to refuse. Only he didn't want to refuse. He wanted to know that if it came down to that, his dad leaving, he could stay here. I could see that worry and that need wearing away at his pride until finally he grunted, "Yeah. Okay.

His hands brushed my waist. "I'd kiss you good-bye, but considering your parents and Daniel are watching…" "Tomorrow." A crooked smile. Then he took off, walking at first, breaking into a jog when he thought no one could see him. "Supportive guy," Daniel said, walking up behind me.

Whatever it is, it has nothing to do with you. Not your mom leaving. Not your dad being angry. She made choices she couldn't deal with, so she dumped them on him. He couldn't deal with them, so he dumped them on you. They aren't your problems. But you're handling them just fine." "Thanks." His lips curved in a faint smile. It wasn't enough. I wanted to make him really smile. Make him happy.

I tried to stand, but Daniel made me sit on the ground as he checked me out. He squeezed my shoulder and I winced. "Just bruised," I said. "I can walk." Rafe jogged over to us. "She was driving? Is she okay?" "Yes, she is," I said, getting to my feet.

Daniel knelt and held out a bottle. I thought it was pop, then saw the label. "Beer?" I said. "It helps. I knew his meds had dissolved, so I grabbed a few from the store." Corey took it and twisted off the cap. A few gulps. Then a deep breath as he relaxed. Another long drink, then a sidelong glance at me. "Yes, I'm self-medicating with booze and I know that's not smart.

I like Daniel. He takes care of you." I blinked. "Oh my God. Did you really just say that? He takes care of me?" Dad flushed. "I didn't mean it like--" "Takes care of me? Did I go to sleep and wake up in the nineteenth century?

the same people who'd ask an abused woman why she doesn't leave the city where her ex lives, leave the firm where he works, leave her friends and her family and her job and let him have the satisfaction of driving her out.

We should let the girls handle this." "Huh?" Corey said. "We just need to make a phone call, right? Hell, I'll give them my other twenty to cover it." "I just…I think we should hang back. We're in rough shape. That guy with the van was worried about me, not Maya." Corey sighed. "Fine. For once, you've earned the right to paranoia. Go get 'em, girls." He passed me the twenty. "Just in case.

Corey was already gone, heading for the stairs again. He took them two at a time. Then he pitched forward, hands clutching his head as he let out something between a moan and a strangled cry. Daniel raced upstairs to help him to his feet…and Corey promptly puked on him. "You were done with that shirt, right?