Quotes About Care

Hello." Sara's soft, sexy voice sounded on the other end.  "Mitch?" "Yeah?" Forgoing pleasantries and getting right to the point, she said, "My kitty stopped purring.  I think it needs to be resuscitated." 

She wanted to be irresponsible, she wanted to be looked after, to be told that she didn't have to worry about a thing and that someone else would take care of everything. How easy life would be without having grown-up problems to worry about. And then she could grow up all over again...

I don't care if my love is requited or not, because being with you and the very thought of you makes me happy. The point I'm trying to make is that you are loved because I love you, Adam. Please, don't do it. Please, don't jump because I need you.

You deserve someone who loves you with every single beat of his heart, someone who thinks about you constantly, someone who spends every minute of every day just wondering what you're doing, where you are, who you're with, and if you're OK. You need someone who can help you reach your dreams and who can protect you from your fears.

Before even when she lay in bed looking frail and weak she still managed to make me feel safe. Mothers do that don't they? Their very presence can help. And even if I ended up mothering her in the final days, she still was taking care of me. I miss her.

Children always want the same things because they all need the same basic things.

You are useless!' I said, getting to my feet. 'I know people who go to their families for advice and they actually help.' 'That's in the Hollywood movies,' Dad said dismissively. ' You need to talk to a lawyer about this problem.' 'You are a lawyer.' 'No, a different lawyer.' 'One that cares?' Adrianne raised an eyebrow at him.

You deserve someone who loves you with every single beat of his heart, someone who thinks about you constantly, someone who spends every minute of every day just wondering what you're doing, where you are, who you're with and if you're OK.

Take care of your father, he said. There aren't many people like him around anymore.

Devorah tended to fill empty spaces with books: end tables, the tops of dressers, the edges of desks, on occasion even a chair. She would arrange and rearrange the books with exacting care, lining up the spines so none jutted out: sentinel rows of books.

On a pêché, dans le bassin des Tuileries, les petits poissons rouges, afin de les préserver du froid.

The question, then, is whether being an "individual" makes a difference anymore. That it can matter at all. And if not, whether we in fact care.

How grateful are you? he whispered, his mouth hovering over mine. His eyes were very alert now, and his gaze was boring into mine. That kind of ruins it, when you say something like that, I said, trying to keep my voice gentle. You shouldn't want me to have sex with you just because I owe you. I don't really care why you have sex with me, as long as you do it, he said, equally gently.

No, I like you alive and warm and wiggling.

I'll show up at every classroom open house and teacher conference,' she said, now in a voice that was almost frightening in its intensity. 'I'll bake brownies. My child will have new clothes. Her shoes will fit. She'll get her shots, and she'll get her braces. We'll start a college fund next week. I'll tell her I love her every damn day.' If that wasn't a great plan for being a good mother, I couldn't imagine what a better one could be.

Most humans were on one big island, to the fairies, and that island was adrift on a sea called I Totally Don't Care.

No matter what happens in public—no matter what—don't doubt that I love you and care about your welfare . . . as much as I am able.

But the last few years had taught me that one of my grandmother's favorite sayings was true. An ounce of prevention was worth a pound of cure.

Are you hurt?" asked Sergeant Burns, with reluctant professional solicitude.

I don't have to take a stand by telling other people they're wrong," I'd protested. "What business is it of mine?" "If you love them, it's your business," he'd said firmly. "If their misbehavior is intruding on the happiness and well-being of others, it's your business.

Ladies: You have to support an infant with a hand under its head.

One rich Man hath Lands, not only more than he can manage, but so much, that letting them out to others, he is supplied with a large over-plus, so needs no farther care.

For me, because I'm a mental health advocate, I want everyone to be the healthiest they can be.

Should one of your employees have a physical or mental health problem, I would argue that it is as much something for the employer as the individual to contend with.