Quotes About Concern

But it would be safer for you to patrol Starkville first and then head back this way. (Celena) And I was a pirate who laughed as he died and spat in the face of my killer. Safety's not my concern. (Rafael)

Dear Gods Nick what have you done while I was gone?

You know, your whole life you're concerned about money for this and that. And then you don't have to worry about it, so you worry about other stuff.

One has two duties - to be worried and not to be worried.

... the main concern of the fiction writer is with mystery as it is incarnated in human life.

The primary moral judgment on candidates and their positions is to be made in the light of their concern for protecting human life from conception to natural death.

Do not feel that you are destined not to make that final liberation in this life. This is egotism in a reverse form. Don't be concerned one way or the other.

Life's irony is that as soon as worldly goods and worldly success are of no concern to you, the way is open for them to flow to you.

President Reagan was concerned - deeply concerned, emotionally concerned - with the loss of life of any American, but especially with the lives of military soldiers, Marines, navy.

It's a very bizarre thing to have people very concerned with your life, but I don't mind it because all that says to me is that they care about the show, and I can't ask for anything more than that.

Billy wanted me to stay a safe distance from the most important person in my life. It turned out that his concern was, in the end, unnecessary. I was all too safe now.

For the life of the believer, one thing is beautifully and abundantly true: God's chief concern in your suffering is to be with you and be himself for you.

You can't be fearless, remember? Because you still care about things. About your life.

One of the things that I'm really concerned about is that people who don't have power are not priorities for people in public life. Maybe it's always been that way, but I see it more starkly now.

Don't go alone," Lend said, his voice tight with concern. "I'll take Jack." "Oh, wonderful, take the other psychotic guy in your life to go find the first one.

Offence is important; that's how you know you care about things. Imagine a life where you're not offended. So dull.

When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses, for art establishes the basic human truths which must serve as the touchstone of our judgment.

One thing is certain, however; whereas it has been almost commonplace among historians to attribute Adams's opposition to Franklin's style of diplomacy to simple jealousy, in fact Adams also was critical of his fellow envoy because of a genuine concern that America might be ruined by anything less than a wary, coequal, unbending relationship with its new ally.38

Let's face it, she can't have simply disappeared...can she?" Horace shrugged. "That's what I keep telling myself," he said morosley. "But somehow it looks as if she has.

He hesitated a moment, shifted the load to his left arm and mimed a sword stroke in the air. Crowley looked over his shoulder at the serving boy with some concern. "Planning on beheading me, are you?" he asked. Rafe smiled at him. "No sir, Ranger. Just getting the right side, like. Just shift yourself over while I put these down, before I forget which side is which, now." Crowley

Let's get something to eat." It was the best way he could think of to stop Horace worrying about his daughter.

Gilan saw his face set in determined lines as he clenched his teeth tightly. The fact that the interruption coincided with a larger than usual lurch from Wolfwind was lost on the younger Ranger. He cast a worried look at his old teacher. Halt had loomed large in his life for years. He was indefatigable. He was all-knowing. He was the most capable man Gilan had ever known. He was also seasick. It was something that always

Cassandra sighed and shook her head at his total lack of concern. "You're obviously not a mother," she said. Horace raised his eyebrows. "Thank goodness for that.

There are but a few that look on themselves as concerned at all, just like a company of simple sheep in a fat pasture. The butcher comes and fetches one today, another tomorrow. The rest feed on and take no notice of what is become of their lost companions. 'Tis as if a company of condemned persons (reprieved for a time) should be appointed to be executed one after another...