Quotes About Support

We, too, have our religion, and it is this: Help for the living, hope for the dead.

He stands erect by bending over the fallen. He rises by lifting others.

But I will tell you what I say to my children: 'Go where you will; commit what crime you may; fall to what depth of degradation you may; you can never commit any crime that will shut my door, my arms, or my heart to you. As long as I live you shall have one sincere friend.

We rise by raising others

We cannot assist the Infinite, but we can assist our fellow-men.

I was only going to say that abused people cling to their abusers, don't they? They've been brainwashed to believe there's no alternative." I was the bloody alternative, standing there, right in front of her!

Strike had not been able to guard against warm feelings for Robin, who had stuck by him when he was at his lowest ebb and helped him turn his fortunes around; nor, having normal eyesight, could he escape the fact that she was a very good-looking woman.

If I've taken you for granted," said Strike, "I'm sorry. You're the best I've got." "Oh, for fuck's sake, Strike," said Robin, abandoning the pretense that she wasn't crying as she snorted back tears.

The roses, which were for Joan, were also for him: they said, you won't be alone, you have something you've built, and all right, it might not be a family, but there are still people who care about you waiting in London. Strike told himself 'people,' because there were five names on the card, but he turned away thinking only of Robin.

Nevertheless, there was a kind of relief in admitting the painful truth: she cared deeply for her partner.

After a short pause, she said, "I don't think I'll be here for my next birthday, Corm." The words hit him like a punch in the diaphragm. "Don't say that." "If I can't say it to you, who can I say it to?

In a family there is always something or other going awry… Henrik Ibsen, Rosmersholm

You're the best I've got.

He handed her her pills and the cup; her hands trembled; he had to support the saucer and he thought, inappropriately, of a priest offering communion.

But he was her best friend.

In a family there is always something or other going awry…

and in spite of everything he was going through, she too was tired, she too had personal worries, and would have appreciated just a little effort.

Social workers work Saturdays as well as detectives, I see." "People don't stop needing help at weekends," she said drily.

The memory of Strike telling her she was his best friend made her heart feel immeasurably lightened, as though something she hadn't realized was weighing on it had been removed forever. After a moment's pleasurable savoring of this feeling . . .

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If he texted about Morris, there was a good chance that Robin would call him back to find out how Joan was.

His father's a raging alcoholic and his friends – well, people of that age, they're all scared of what's happened, I think. Anyway, the doctors want him kept quiet just now.

Some people need to be needed . . .