Quotes About Support

There are still days I need a hand-up from another journeyer. And there are still days I want to hide, since every season of life brings its set of threats, yet because of God's mercy and grace, I press on.

Have you noticed we tend to be "yes" people to our friends and "no" people to our children?

Hope comes as a companion; she slips her arm around your shoulder and offers to help you stumble toward change

I would never have gone anywhere if it hadn't been for Mother's faith and support.

If you were sexually abused & could not go to your family for support, you deserve to realize that your family failed you fundamentally. Your parents did not provide a safe atmosphere of support & protection for their children, which is a parent's first responsibility. It was not your fault.

Whatever your age, you are the right age to be coming out and telling your truth. Find someone to tell- and tell, tell, tell, until your lungs ache. Tell until you can't tell anymore. It won't take away what happened to you, but it will re-map your life and take away the power from the abuse and the abuser. You are strong and resilient. You are not alone.

Even if the abuse happened years ago, writing about it and telling someone about it can make all the difference to how you feel inside. I can assure you that telling will help you feel better. It is never to late to tell your story and begin to heal your wounds. Find the right person to trust and tell.

Laura Davis, Allies in Healing: When the Person

I never wanted to go on stage alone because if you mess up, who can you blame?

Whenever I go out, so many people who respect me ask me what to do in a certain situation. A lot of times, I didn't know the answers because sometimes I was going through the same sort of thing. But then later on, I would think of things that people told me.

Good news doesn't necessarily have to be a positive thing. Bringing good news is imparting hope to one's fellow man.

I imagined myself as Frida to Diego, both muse and maker. I dreamed of meeting an artist to love and support and work with side by side.

Those who have suffered understand suffering and therefore extend their hand.

We promised that we'd never leave one another again, until we both knew we were ready to stand on our own. And this vow, through everything we were yet to go through, we kept.

Those who have suffered understand suffering and thereby extend their hand.

The thing is, it's not uncool to worry about people who seem like they're going on the wrong path. There's nothing cool about being self-destructive.

Nothing seemed more romantic to my young mind. I imagined myself as Frida to Diego, both muse and maker. I dreamed of meeting an artist to love and support and work with side by side.

My mother, who was a waitress, gave me white wedgies and a fresh uniform in a plain wrapper. "You'll never make it as a waitress," she said, "but I'll stake you anyway." It was her way of showing her support.

I can only thank, as I have within myself many times through the years, this unknown benefactor. She was the one who gave me the last piece of encouragement, a thief's good-luck sign.

I'm an advocate for gay marriage. I have more gay friends than Carter has pills.

Good and true friends ask what wrong and how your doing.

Peeps cure cancer!

Because a person wants to know that there's a person in the world who would do something if they could." She takes a ragged breath. "Even if they can't.

I had jumped off the edge, and then, at the very last moment, something reached out and caught me in midair. That something is what I define as love. It is the one thing that can stop a man from falling, powerful enough to negate the laws of gravity.