Quotes About Support

She thought of the way Jace had looked at her then, the blaze of faith in his eyes, his belief in her. He had always thought she was strong. He had showed it in everything he did, in every look and every touch. Simon had faith in her too, yet when he'd held her, it had been as if she were something fragile, something made of delicate glass. But Jace had held her with all the strength he had, never wondering if she could take it -- he'd known she was as strong as he was.

What about Isabelle?" Simon asked. "Where is she?" The humor, such as it was, left Jace's expression. "She won't come out of her room," he said. "She thinks that what happened to Max was her fault. She won't even come to the funeral." "Have you tried talking to her?" "No," Jace said, "we've been punching her repeatedly in the face instead. Why, do you think that won't work?" "Just thought I'd ask." Simon's tone was mild.

I'm the one who's always been there for you... not him!

Clary and Simon continued to stare judgmentally. It made Simon very happy. Judging people together was an essential part of best friendship.

Jules: Emma. I need you, always, always think about you, I was wishing you were with me in that goddamned attic and then I turned around and you were there, like you heard me, like you're always there when I need you ...

Grief makes you feel alone, but you're not. I know you don't believe in-in religion-the same way I do, but you can believe you're surrounded by people who love you, can't you?

You are my conscience. You have ever been, James Carstairs.

Hope's good. I like hope. Well, then, I'll hope everything will be okay here, and I hope he calls you, because it'll make you happy. And hey, sue me--you're my friend. I like it when you're happy.

Mariah Carey is my number one fan.

I've an enormous respect for my mother who at the age of 39 raised three children, and I grew up with my grandmother in the household. And so it was a really strong household of women - my poor brother! It was great growing up with so many generations of women.

Because you are in the middle of becoming who you will be. It isn't going to be easy. You may need help. So feel free to ask us for it.

Selene," I said shakily, "I think he's dead." "Shhh," she said soothingly. "Poor darling. Sit down. Let me give you some tea." Tea? I thought wildly. I think I killed someone, and you're offering me tea?

Maybe Paula was even Eileen's mùirn beatha dàn

No. My daughter walks with you. Choose your way carefully, yes? The trail ahead of you will be steep at times. At others, it may be rocky and narrow. You must be certain you go along a path that leaves room for her to journey beside you.

His arm was her shield, just as he had promised.

Make a picture for me, yes? So I can see what you fear." "What good will that do?" "Fear is a strong enemy. I would stand beside you.

I'm here if you need an ear. You can count on me." With that, she left the loft. Loretta wrapped her arms around her knees and gazed out the window at the moonlit yard, remembering another night, a lifetime ago, when Hunter had sat astride his black stallion there, his arm lifted to her in a salute, his fisted hand holding her stolen bloomers. How could it be that a Comanche understood the song her heart sang and her own aunt did not?

I know, but this one is important." He cupped his hand to her chin and looked deep into her eyes. "When you lie down tonight and close your eyes to fall asleep, take me with you. If the nightmares come, dream that I'm there." He pressed his cheek to hers. She felt wetness touch her skin. "Don't face them alone anymore.

This small woman filled the empty places inside him, made him feel whole again.

Hunter would never have told her to come to him if he hadn't believed she could find him. Between her and Friend, they would make it. Loretta mounted up, no longer feeling so horribly alone. As crazy as it was, she felt as if Hunter rode beside her.

I know, but this one is important." He cupped his hand to her chin and looked deep into her eyes. "When you lie down tonight and close your eyes to fall asleep, take me with you. If the nightmares come, dream that I'm there." He pressed his check to hers. She felt wetness touch her skin. "Don't face them alone anymore.

Mah-tao-yo? " Loretta leaped and opened her eyes. Hunter knelt beside her, a dark shadow against the blue-black, starlit sky. "You weep?" "No--yes." Her voice came out in a squeak. "I'm just feeling sad, that's all." He sat down beside her and hugged his knees, gazing off into the endless darkness. "You will stay beside me?

My arm is yours to lean upon for always. Until snow comes to your hair, eh? For always, until I am dust in the wind.

His arm tightened around her shoulders. With one large hand he clasped both of hers, squeezing her fingers, rubbing as if to chase away a chill. His strength flowed into her, comforted her, warmed her. She could face anything with him holding her, she thought. Anything…even her nightmares.