Quotes About Support

He maybe be a jerk...but he is my jerk...he is my father. - Amber Brown

I know I'm not a perfect dad, Amber. But I'm trying." You don't have to be perfect, I say."Just be my dad.

It was my mother who gave me my voice. She did this, I know now, by clearing a space where my words could fall, grow, then find their way to others.

Anything and anyone could disappear on you, and you could disappear, too, if you didn't have people around who really knew you. Who were there solidly, meeting you exactly where you stood when life grew stormy and terrifying. Who could find you when you were lost and couldn't find yourself, not even in the mirror.

You know, they don't hand out manuals for the tough stuff," he said as the band slowed. "I haven't always known what to do as a father, but somehow you've turned out all right." Before

we never survive them, or anyone we love. Not in the

Jock had a pal from the King's African Rifles who came to stand up for him—the tall and smart-looking Captain Lavender, with bright eyes and a cowlick that swept a wing of golden hair onto his forehead.

Family life worked most clearly for us when we were alone, at the end of the day, reconnecting and shoring each other up.

what happens to us that matters most, but how we can learn to carry it. I'm starting to understand the difference, and how maybe the only way we can survive what's here, and what we are, is together.

Sometimes when you're hurting, it helps to throw yourself at something that will take your weight.

was only to anchor him until morning. There

C'mon, Anna. You don't mean that. It's too soon. You should only be thinking about your family right now, and taking care of yourself.

When things got hard and you felt shaky, she liked to say, you could hit your knees wherever you were, and the world would be there to catch you.

The ghosts of the kids you've helped, they hang on you like stars.

How are we to help? We need to become aware of all the ways in which we hold the child back from becoming a fully functioning human being: the sink and counter that she cannot reach, the mirror that is too high for her to see herself, the chair that is too big for her to sit comfortably in...the pants that are too tight for her to pull up and down...

People need each other. Our well-being is tightly tethered to the well-being of people we do not know, most of whom look nothing like ourselves. Happiness, I realized right there in breathing class, requires engagement.

My dad always taught me 'have a plan stick to it', so here we had a plan and we stuck to it, all the family found it easier to do that.

A man does not go to a woman to get his strength; he goes to her to offer it."7

Aoun wrote of the search for 'that good physician who would say, 'I understand that this illness is happening to you, but we will face it together.

Tatiana, I love you. Do you hear me? I love you like I've never loved anyone in my whole life. Now, get up. For me, Tatia. For me, please get up and go take care of your sister. Go on. And I'll take care of you." His lips kissed her cheek.

Through the haze in front of her she heard Alexander's voice, "Tatiana, I love you. Do you hear me? I love you like I've never loved anyone in my whole life. Now, get up. For me, Tatia. For me, please get up and go take care of your sister. Go on. And I'll take care of you." His lips kissed her cheek.

We're moving cities, we're changing our name just like this hotel. You call that all right?" "Yes," she said. "We still have each other. We still have our lives." "How the definition of being all right changes," said Alexander.

How do you manage?" she asked in a low voice. "How do you manage to carry your weapon, to stand guard, to go and fight, to be strong for all of us?" "I give you," said Alexander, glancing at her, "what you need most from me.

Shura," she whispered. "I'm going to have a baby." At first she didn't think Alexander heard her, he was mute so long. "You what?" he said in horror. "I'm going to have a baby," she mouthed, her shoulders quaking, her swollen lips quivering.