Quotes About Care

My dad, who is a heart surgeon, works with many adult patients who did not take good care of their bodies in their formative years. He is able to teach them how to break old eating and exercise habits and reshape their bodies, but not without a great deal of resistance.

I was a heart surgeon before I came to Congress, and I've worked many holidays on behalf of my patients.

I wanted to be a surgeon, possibly influenced by the qualities of our family doctor who cared for our childhood ailments.

You only have one brain. There's no replacement surgery for that.

The neck is not something you should have surgery on that much.

Americans donate blood every day - on high school and college campuses during blood drives, in workplaces after a coworker falls ill, and in hospitals as loved ones prepare for surgery.

Every patient of mine who undergoes surgery has to see a psychologist first.

People are surprised by the poverty and think that I wasn't cared for. But that wasn't the case - I was deeply loved.

Most people do surprisingly poorly when dealing with a relative who is hurting, depressed, or anxious - we get defensive and try to solve the problem rather than finding the truth in what the person is saying.

I have a lot of surrogate parents, but there's no one like your mother.

It was [John Gardner's] conviction that if the words in the story were blurred because of the author's insensitivity, carelessness, or sentimentality, then the story suffered from a tremendous handicap. But there was something even worse and something that must be avoided at all costs: if the words and the sentiments were dishonest, the author was faking it, writing about things he didn't care about or believe in, then nobody could ever care anything about it.

I lifted him out. I held him. I held that half of him.

She looked playful and eager, but not quite sure of herself, like a new kitten in a house where they don't care much about kittens.

I don't greatly care for passes this early in the morning.

What rattled and thumped was a knotted towel full of melting ice cubes. Somebody who loved me very much had put them on the back of my head. Somebody who loved me less had bashed in the back of my skull. It could have been the same person. People have moods.

She looked playful and eager, but not quite sure of herself, like a new kitten in a house where they don't care much about kittens.

Pain serves a purpose. Without it you are in danger. What you cannot feel you cannot take care of.

When my friends began to have babies and I came to comprehend the heroic labor it takes to keep one alive, the constant exhausting tending of a being who can do nothing and demands everything, I realized that my mother had done all of these things for me before I remembered. I was fed; I was washed; I was clothed; I was taught to speak and given a thousand other things, over and over again, hourly, daily, for years. She gave me everything before she gave me nothing.

Even if we can't completely comprehend, we might care.

One of the reasons people lock onto motherhood as a key to feminine identity is the belief that children are the way to fulfill your capacity to love. But there are so many things to love besides one's own offspring, so many things that need love, so much other work love has to do in the world.

My mother had always wanted me to take care of her, but she pictured this as a manifestation of her ascendancy, not her decline.

Language is power. When you turn "torture" into "enhanced interrogation," or murdered children into "collateral damage," you break the power of language to convey meaning, to make us see, feel, and care.

Then Miss Turner noticed Rosie was a bit hot and flushed. Probably only the start of a summer cold.

Compassion was a small flame, needing care and attention and protection from the wind. Perhaps the professional carers' first object was to preserve what they sensed as precious in themselves.