Quotes About Support

Easy does it, boys. I just need help standing, not flying.

love isn't absence of pain, it's a hand to hold while you're going through it.

Don't ask," Micah said. "They've been best friends for years. Sometimes you just nod and let them have their guy moment." Dr. Cross frowned harder. "I don't understand." "I'm the wife," Micah said, "she's the husband, and he's the husband's best friend. Does that explain it?

Sometimes you can't save people, and sometimes they don't want to be saved.

We take turns being smart for each other; I think it's part of the job description of being a couple.

We lose too many people that way, both male and female. Twenty-two combat veterans die every day in the United States alone from suicide, and it isn't just soldiers who have just come home from their tours of duty. There is no statute of limitations on nightmares and depression. With numbers like that, we need to start talking to one another more.

You saved me because you could not bear the thought of leaving me behind." He touched my face, very gently. "Not from a sense of right and wrong, but because you are just that tenderhearted.

Don't make light of one of your better qualities. You love your people like a mother is supposed to love her children. You want what's best for them, even if that makes you uncomfortable, even if you don't like their choices.

Love doesn't conquer all, but it can help you conquer everything else.

I'd like to save all my friends, but if someone is bent on self-destruction, there is only so much you can do. You can't shovel other people's shit for them, not unless they're willing to pick up a shovel and help.

You saw the news footage," I said. He gave a small nod. "And just like that you flew out?" "You'd do the same for me," he said. I nodded. "Yeah." "What I can't believe is that you didn't call me sooner." I frowned. "Why?" "You have a zombie apocalypse and you don't invite me.

What do you say while someone whispers horrors in your ear, tells you their most intimate, nightmarish secrets? You sit and you listen. And you give them the only thing you can—the silence and the safety to talk and to be heard.

I needed him to touch me, and let me know that he was still my Darkness, still my Doyle. He whispered into my hair, "Merry, Merry, Merry." I clung to him, wordless, and wept.

It was one of those hugs when it feels almost like you're trying to meld yourself into the other person. Sometimes it's sexual, but sometimes it's because the world has gone too wrong and you need something to cling to.

Hey, Blake, do you really need to step outside?" Zerbrowski took my arm as if to lead me towards the door. "Thanks, but I'm fine." I looked him straight in his baby-browns and lied. He knew I was lying. I wasn't all right, but I'd make it. He released my arm, stepped back, and gave me a mock salute. "I love a tough broad." I smiled before I could stop it. "Go away, Zerbrowski.

You don't need cheering up. You need a good shaking.

He came to me then, wrapped his arms around me. I stayed stiff in his arms for a moment, and then I collapsed into his body. I clung to him. I let his strength and his nearness hold me. I let him hold me while I wept and screamed and wailed. I lost it completely, and Richard held me while I did it.

I do a hundred sit-ups every morning," Kendra says, reaching for her white-framed sunglasses. "You can join in if you want." "Oh my God !" Paige wails. "A hundred ? I can barely do three !" She grabs a handful of stomach and wobbles it. I am increasingly, reluctantly, impressed with Paige: it takes real courage to wobble your tummy in public.

Only a sister could be thoroughly unimpressed with your public accomplishments and accolades but would screech in joy and support when you finally learned how to parallel park or make it through a cavity filling without fainting.

She couldn't even fake being miserable for Andy's sake.

This is why I like to handle things by myself. But when she offers her assistance, you really can't control her.

there is no friend like a sister / In calm or stormy weather; / To cheer one on the tedious way, / To fetch one if one goes astray, / To lift one if one totters down, / To strengthen whilst one stands.'" Bea was much struck by this. "How lovely

True friendship isn't abstaining from hurting one another, but forgiving each other when you do.

Success and failure. We think of them as opposites, but they're really not. They're companions - the hero and the sidekick.