Quotes about Support
Some say we are responsible for those we love. Others know we are responsible for those who love us.
— Nikki Giovanni
If I deal with my block and you deal with your block, we'll have two good blocks.
— Nikki Giovanni
If for no other reason, God sometimes allows us to suffer pain so that we can comfort others suffering in a like situation.
— Norman Geisler
Books: our unfailing companions
— Cicero
Treat people as if they were what they ought to be and you help them to become what they are capable of being.
— Clayton M. Christensen
The theory of good money, bad money explains that the clock of building a fulfilling relationship is ticking from the start. If you don't nurture and develop those relationships, they won't be there to support you if you find yourself traversing some of the more challenging stretches of life, or as one of the most important sources of happiness in your life.
— Clayton M. Christensen
him. By his love he is enabled to see the essential traits and features in the beloved person; and even more, he sees that which is potential in him, which is not yet actualized but yet ought to be actualized. Furthermore, by his love, the loving person enables the beloved person to actualize these potentialities.
— Viktor E. Frankl
Furthermore, by his love, the loving person enables the beloved person to actualize these potentialities. By making him aware of what he can be and of what he should become, he makes these potentialities come true.
— Viktor E. Frankl
I said that someone looks down on each of us in difficult hours — a friend, a wife, somebody alive or dead, or a God — and he would not expect us to disappoint him. He would hope to find us suffering proudly — not miserably — knowing how to die.
— Viktor E. Frankl
Among the tortures and devastations of life is this then—our friends are not able to finish their stories.
— Virginia Woolf
Habits and customs are a convenience devised for the support of timid natures who dare not allow their souls free play.
— Virginia Woolf
He was to be the son of her old age; the limb of her infirmity; the oak tree on which she leant her degradation.
— Virginia Woolf