Quotes About Care

The problem with lunchboxes is the problem with the way we feed children in general. Parents trust that anything they place in this magical box will be good for the child, because it comes with their love.

To give a child the things they love to eat bestows a heroic glow. Seeing a child fed reassures you that you have done your duty as a parent, like a mother bird ferrying worms to the nest.

Feeding children is an immense responsibility.

The strong are God's natural protectors of the weak.

In friendship your heart is like a bell struck every time your friend is in trouble.

In the family, happiness is in the ratio in which each is serving the others, seeking one another's good, and bearing one another's burdens.

Birds finish the nest with their own breast, so it is the bosom that makes the home, and not the bill or the claw.

Tie, kurus m?c nostal?ija p?c b?rn?bas, vienk?rši ilgojas p?c t? laika, kad par vi?iem r?p?j?s.

I've been a good mother," she said. It was a plea rather than an affirmation.

Love is a combination of care, commitment, knowledge, responsibility, respect and trust.

To love well is the task in all meaningful relationships, not just romantic bonds.

Where are your emotions? Where is your passion? I swear you care more

Because if he wasn't really, really careful, Lori Sullivan was just going to keep stealing his heart one sentence, one meal, one smile at time

If you have a bald head don't walk out in the sun because you will get burned.

When Mrs. Sardotopolis got home there would be eight other children to take care of. But that was a simple matter. None of them was sick. When the eight children weren't sick they tumbled, shrieked and squealed in the dark hallway or in the street. Anywhere. Mrs. Sardotopolis only listened with half an ear. As long as they made noise they were healthy. So from day to day she listened not for their noise but to hear if any of them grew quiet.

Like all of us, children just want to be needed. It's our job to make sure they actually are.

The gods Grow angry with your patience. 'Tis their care, And must be yours, that guilty men escape not: As crimes do grow, justice should rouse itself.

If only my head were finally not my responsibility, could be put into someone else's care, could be made to merge with other persons and the world so that it would no longer suffer such distance and touchlessness, would no longer even be a head, because even when touched, there are parts of my head not being touched. Even underwater parts of my head feel dry.

I love your loneliness. It is brave. It makes the universe want to protect you.

She worried how I was doing in kindergarten and sent my father to check on me.

Love for each other. Care for each other. Sacrifice for each other. And that's what I'm going to ask of all Americans

Somebody loves you

At the ninth hour, under a pitch-black sky, the women stood as close to the cross of Jesus as the soldiers would allow. Jesus' mother had arrived, and when Jesus saw her with the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to her, "Woman, here is your son," and to the disciple, "Here is your mother." Thus Jesus honored and provided for his mother with nearly his last breath. From that time on, Lazarus took her into his home.

Love is primarily manifested through action. Love is something you do.