Quotes About Support

When I had asked Mrs. Flowers how she held up in the face of all the death and violence within her neighborhood, she had given me a simple answer: "This family talks to God.

I find I like to talk with her as often as I can. It feels to me as if I'm standing with her on a very solid piece of ground after a tornado's passed. Strength, it seems, in somebody who had a lot of courage to begin with, can at last renew itself.

People have to be patient when they're talking to a nervous person.

a comprehensive system of mental-health services, including support for parents with sick adult children who refuse treatment, doesn't exist

I wanted to touch him, to tell him that even if everyone left everyone, I would never leave him, he talked and talked, his words fell through him, trying to find the floor to his sadness.

Everything is to protect you. I exist in case you need to be protected.

I didn't understand why I needed help, because it seemed to me that you should wear heavy boots when your dad dies, and if you aren't wearing heavy boots, then you need help.

In sickness and in sickness. That is what I wish for you. Don't seek or expect miracles. There are no miracles. Not anymore. And there are no cures for the hurt that hurts most. There is only the medicine of believing each other's pain, and being present for it.

I saw Herschel and he saw me and we stood next to each other because that is what friends do in the presence of evil or love.

We tried so hard. We were always trying to help each other. But not because we were helpless. He needed to get things for me, just as I needed to get things for him. It gave us purpose. Sometimes I would ask him for something that I did not even want, just to let him get it for me. We spent our days trying to help each other help each other. I would get his slippers. He would make my tea. I would turn up the heat so he could turn up the air conditioner so I could turn up the heat.

But come. No explaining or mending. Be beside me somewhere.

I wanted to protect him, which I was sure I could do, even if I could not protect myself.

Touch had always saved them in the past. No matter the anger or hurt, no matter the depth of the aloneness, a touch, even a light and passing touch, reminded them of their long togetherness.

A Seeing Eye bitch is not only for blind people but for people who pine for the negative of loneliness.

That's all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that the love is there.

My bat mitzvah portion is about many things, but I think it is primarily about who we are wholly there for, and how that, more than anything else, defines our identity.

I have witnessed Grandfather cry, and I implore myself to say that I desire to never witness him cry again. If this signifies that I must do things for him so that he will not cry, then I will do those things. If this signifies that I must not look when he cries, then I will not look.

I'm here, Dr. Fein, because it upsets my mom that I'm having an impossible time with my life." "Should it upset her?" "Not really. Life is impossible.

that's all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there

And there are no cures for the hurt that hurts most. There is only the medicine of believing each other's pain, and being present for it.

I parenti sono le persone con cui mai bisogna avere vergogna. Sbagli, I parenti sono le persone che ti fanno sentire la vergogna quando te lo meriti.

One day you will do things for me that you hate. That is what it means to be a family.

Intr-o zi, tu ai sa faci pentru mine lucruri care nu-ti plac. Asta inseamna familie.

Întru boal? È™i întru boal?", a continuat el s? citeasc?. "Asta îÈ›i doresc. S? nu cauÈ›i È™i s? nu aÈ™tepÈ›i miracole. Nu exist? miracole. Nu mai exist?. Iar pentru durerea care doare cel mai tare nu exist? vindecare. Exist? doar medicina, aceea de a-i crede suferinÈ›a celuilalt È™i de a fi acolo pentru el." (p. 317)