Quotes About Care

This world is too hard for me to leave my kids, without me supervising and being there for them.

It's very hard to balance being there for somebody else and taking care of yourself.

Man is not the lord of beings. Man is the shepherd of Being.

I was the outsider in Fernhall House, but they were all outsiders really. Outside society. Outside time. You hear people say that those in asylums and care facilities are out of their minds. But in truth their minds are often the one thing they are not out of. Their whole being is sheltering behind walls of muscle and bone. Everything they are - and are not - exists within their sacrosanct headspace.

I raised that kid like I was running an egg-and-spoon race through a minefield, and he was the egg.

Vierte amor en las heridas.

He did not believe that the one thousand deaths caused each year by people with unmedicated schizophrenia should indict the vast population of those suffering from the illness, but he did want to prevent those deaths, a greater number of suicides, a growing number of mentally ill homeless people, and a prison population swelled by people suffering from mental illness who received no care.

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

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.

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

I thought maybe if she could express herself rather than suffer herself, if she had a way to relieve the burden, she lived for nothing more than living, with nothing to get inspired by, to care for, to call her own, she helped out at the store, then came home and sat in her big chair and stared at her magazines, not at them but through them, she let the dust accumulate on her shoulders.

YOU WILL DRINK THE COFFEE UNTIL I CAN SEE MY FACE IN THE BOTTOM OF THE CUP!" I did not mean to roar. "But it's a clay cup." "I DO NOT CARE!" He finished the coffee. "You did not have to finish it," I said, because I could perceive that he was rebuilding the Great Wall of China with shit bricks.

You're going to catch a cold. I already have a cold. You are going to catch a colder.

Every morning, she'd clean me of my excrement, bathe me, dress me, and see that my hair was combed like a sane man's, even when it meant an elbow to the nose or a broken rib. She polished the blade. She wore my teeth marks on her body like other wives might wear jewelry. The hole didn't' matter. We paid it no attention. We shared a room. She was with me. She did all of those things and so many more, things I would never tell anyone, and she never even loved me. Now that's love.

It's possible you can't afford to care, but it's certain you can't afford not to care.

This is a paradox: The opportunity to see and care for the dead body of a loved person reduces trauma to the bereaved, while seeing and handling the dead bodies of strangers is often traumatic in itself.

My master and his friends continued on the shore till I was almost out of sight; and I often heard the sorrel nag (who always loved me) crying out, "Hnuy illa nyha, majah Yahoo;" "Take care of thyself, gentle Yahoo.

It will be said that the conclusion no doubt preceded its proofs. But what man can content himself with seeking out proofs for a thing that not even he himself believes in, or whose teaching he cares naught for?

What bitter slavishness, that of my face, that of one of my former faces. This odious fate reserved for my features must perforce make me odious too, but I no longer care.

James JamesMorrison MorrisonWeatherby George DupreeTook great care of his MotherThough he was only three.James JamesSaid to his Mother,"Mother," he said, said he,"You must never go down to the end of the town if you don't go down with me."

You have to trust your body to take care of you.

It is our care for the helpless, our practice of lovingkindness, that brands us in the eyes of many of our opponents," wrote the second-century church father Tertullian to explain what made the faith attractive. "'See,' they say, 'how they love one another!'" (Barry 1985, 57).

Quem ama a perfeição? Não, o amor quer cuidado e o cuidado necessita dos erros da pessoa amada, necessita de feridas, de fragilidade. O amor quer curar, e a perfeição não tem necessidade de cura. Não se pode amar a perfeição, simplesmente adorar.

Spare me from ending up in a dayroom with worn-out, incontinent old folk. Spare