Quotes About Support

There will always be men who rally to the cause of another man in his moment of disgrace simply because they fear their own so deeply.

No," he said slowly. "I am better than a husband. I am your friend.

Sometimes I helps a few of the other girls out," she told him, raising her chin. "Long Bet needed new boots last week, and Mary Jane lacked a few shillings to renting her own room. She's got a snug little place of her own, just around the corner," she added. The dreams in this part of the city were as small and pinched as the faces. Four walls to call one's own. A hot meal, a pair of shoes with sound soles.

The case has been put to rest now. John is buried, and whatever was left of my reputation has been salvaged," he said, his voice oddly soft. "Thank you for that. You fight harder for me than you would ever do for yourself. Why?

It can be a thankless and tiresome task, always being the person who holds the world together," I said gently.

It strengthens the womb. It is given to women who are in danger of miscarrying so they can retain the child," he explained.

Every person who identifies female and has rage. I feel you, sister. This one's for you.

Here, Mary Alice. Drink this and I'll see if I can find you a flashlight." Mary Alice furrowed her brow. "Flashlight?" "To find the stick up your ass. Let me know if you need a hand getting it out," Natalie said sweetly.

They look good but I was sick as a dog for eight months and my nipples are still numb." "You're here," I reminded her. "I'm here." She edged nearer, bumping my shoulder with her own. "The question is, for how long?

I know it's hard when you can't fix what's wrong for those you love. In those times, you have to be there as support to help them make it through.

You have so much love in you. Trust your firends and family. They're all you have, but they're precious, the most important part of your life.

The things we do for our friends.

That's what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you're not so lovable.

Your sibling, after all, is the only other person in the world who understands how fucked up your parents made you.

Marriage is like a well-built porch. If one of the two posts leans too much, the porch collapses. So each must be strong enough to stand on its own.

Family was even a bigger word than I imagined, wide and without limitations, if you allowed it, defying easy definition. You had family that was supposed to be family and wasn't, family that wasn't family but was, halves becoming whole, wholes splitting into two; it was possible to lack whole, honest love and connection from family in lead roles, yet to be filled to abundance by the unexpected supporting players.

Love is ease, love is comfort, love is support and respect. Love is not punishing or controlling. Love lets you grow and breathe. Love's passion is only good passion -- swirling-leaves-on-a-fall-day passion, a-sky-full-of-magnificent-stars passion -- not angst and anxiety. Love is not hurt and harm. Love is never unsafe. Love is sleeping like puzzle pieces. It's your own garden you protect; it's a field of wildflowers you move about in both freely and together.

Maybe we all just wanted someone to believe in. That's all each of us wanted, and it should be so simple, but it never was simple.

It's the people who know you and love you that save you.

You … You had always made the future feel safe. As long as you were in it too, beside me, I could be okay.

Most of our parents wanted the best for us, I knew, but we also wanted the best for them.

Most people, it seems like they've only got one part of the equation down. Caring for themselves, or caring for someone else. And I'v learned how important it is to have both.

True love, the good, beautiful, one-and-only kind, the kind between loving friends and family and partners who are mostly just trying hard to do their best, it manages to overlook some pieces of its story. It overlooks what he can't give you or how she failed you or what mistakes he made when he was struggling. It stays steady at its center. It evolves, through drought and storm. It grows. It survives.

The world was large, so large. Bigger than it had been before. Family, too, a bigger word. That felt like a good thing. An essential thing. There was power in numbers.