Quotes About Support

We should be encouraging them, lifting them when they've fallen, celebrating when they succeed, praying when they're struggling, urging them forward. That's what it means to be a people builder.

When anxiety attacks, we often call our friends, call our neighbors, call our parents. That's all fine, but you need to make sure you call on the name of the Lord. Call on the God who created you. Call on the God who is more powerful than any force that's trying to stop you.

You don't have to hide. You don't have to pretend, worry about what people will think. Everyone is dealing with something. There's no shame in saying, "I need help. I'm struggling; I'm hurting; I'm broken.

Father, I thank You that I have Your favor. Your favor is opening doors of opportunity. Your favor is bringing success into my life. Your favor is causing people to want to help me.

Here's a key, pulling someone else down will never make you rise higher. Let's be people that celebrate success, that learn from those that are ahead, that honor people that have been blessed.

It's great to have faith for yourself, to believe for your dreams. But God didn't give you faith just for you. Encourage someone that's down, speak hope into their spirit. You can be the one that steps up and believes for a friend.

Your challenge is to live in such a way as to cause others to win.

When God takes you higher, don't be surprised if you don't get approval from some of your friends, some of your family. They want to keep you in that same box, but God is taking you where you've never been.

It's important for you to get around people who will stir up [your] seeds of greatness. Don't surround yourself with naysayers. Life is too short to hang around negative, critical, cynical, skeptical, judgmental, small-minded, jealous people.

It's so important for you to get around people who will stir up [your] seeds of greatness. Don't surround yourself with naysayers. Life is too short to hang around negative, critical, cynical, skeptical, judgmental, small-minded, jealous people.

We all need people who are joined in spirit with us and say, "If you're bold enough to believe, count me in. I'm bold enough to agree with you." You need supporters who will come into agreement with you and release their faith, not doubters who tell you what you can't do.

I'm sure that my mom would have been happy with any path I chose.

People helping each other in the aftermath of tragedy is the only really convincing argument for people.

On days like this, I would just disappear if it weren't for you and your love, like nails in my feet.

Sometimes two people can love each other, even though one is a wrist and the other a razor.

My life isn't that dramatic. My dad really loves me, he just can't talk on the phone. He's too crippled and shy, and that's almost harder. He's there and he loves me, and I try and try and try, it's just impossible to have a relationship.

If my Master is lost, I'll find him. I'll lead him back to himself, because to serve doesn't always mean to follow.

We forget that sometimes there is something greater than our pain. That's the pain of the person who loves us, who couldn't protect us from that pain.

I was crying on the back-porch swing. You came out with a corsage of fresh forget-me-nots and roses, and a handkerchief. You told me any guy worth my time would always come to me with flowers and a handkerchief. One to make me smile, and the other to dry my tears, because a smart guy knows women need to cry as much as they need to laugh.

I was here, pet. I was always here. Even if you told me you needed me just for an hour, for this, I would have been there." Marcus spoke gruffly into his hair, holding him tighter. "Why is it so fucking hard for you to believe I love you?

He always kept his shit together. He was the fucking foam on the latte that rose above all of it. He'd been there for them whenever they needed him, always. He hadn't let his friends down. But at this moment, he resented the hell out of every one of them.

You need to fight with someone...You call on me.

She looked up at him. "Carry me. I like it when you carry me." Her body trembled beneath him. "Ask me." "Please." The words came out without hesitation or thought. "Would you carry me?" "Anything you ask for, angel."

Tell me how you need us." "I think this will be just the two of us." But as Jon took up his fork, he gave Matt a look. "Still, thanks for all of it. Thanks for being here when I needed it. As usual." "I will not be hugged," Matt said sternly. Jon considered the food. "You"re awfully nurturing for someone who doesn"t hug." "Eat it and shut up, or you"re fired.