Quotes About Care

Ideas are powerful things; we should take more care with them. I know there are some who would disagree - those who think ideas are like food they can taste and spit out if they don't like it. But ideas are stronger than that. You can get a taste of an idea inside you, and the next thing you know, it won't leave. Until you do something about it.

NEARLY ALL OF us receive our first lessons in peaceful living from our mothers, because the need for love lies at the very foundation of human existence. From the earliest stages of our growth, we are completely dependent upon our mother's care and it is very important for us that she express her love. If children do not receive proper affection, in later life they will often find it hard to love others.

Keep working on love.

I sighed. "Yeah. OK. Forget the question." "I'll forget it. My question is, can you?" He looked at me as though he hadn't a care in the world.

You've got a shitty habit, you know it? I've noticed it on all those TV drive-safely pitches that you do. You breathe in people's ears. You sound like a stallion in heat, Philbrick. That's a shitty habit. You also sound like you're reading off a teleprompter, even when you're not. You ought to take care of stuff like that. You might save a life.

Forget uniforms or nominal allegiances—if it wears a weapon and scars, it's no safer than the next starving wild dog. Feed and water with care, walk like you're carrying dragon eggs, and never, never get between rival packs.

You'd think, given a planet nine-tenths covered in water and a solar system with no other habitable biospheres, that people would be careful with that real estate.

So if some idiot politician, some power player, tries to execute policies that harm you or those you care about, take it personally. Get angry.

Para lograr una buena relación con nuestra creatividad debemos dedicar el tiempo suficiente a cultivarla y cuidarla.

Remember, 'No one's more important than people'!" In other words, friendship is the most important thing—not career or housework, or one's fatigue—and it needs to be tended and nurtured.

Sometimes she even thought of animals asleep in a zoo, in their make-believe jungles and savannahs, meticulously cared for by day but, sleeping at night, wild as could be in their dreams, watched by the silent, all-seeing, all-forgiving moon.

You realize that tough love is also tough on the lover.

when I see pairs of young lovers, vertically entwined on street corners, or horizontally entwined on a blanket in the park, the main feeling it arouses in me is a kind of protectiveness. No, not pity: protectiveness. Not that they would want my protection. And yet—and this is curious—the more bravado they show in their behaviour, the stronger my response. I want to protect them from what the world is probably going to do to them, and from what they will probably do to one another.

Perhaps we're all doomed to fail as mothers, but if so, it's better to err on the side of showing too much love, not too little.

The question remains... who takes care of you, Miss Vale? I might ask the same question of you, Lord Dryden.

It's just that no one can completely take care of themselves. Not even me, and I have a freaking black belt in karate. It's not a man versus woman thing. It's a 'let somebody care about you thing.' And sometimes that takes more guts and sense than taking on the whole damn world by yourself.

Brenna jumped to her feet the second Father Sinclair entered the chamber. I'm so happy to see you, she cried out. Be happy sitting down, Jamie ordered, hovering over her patient like a mother hen.

Eric had to make me wake up for long enough to take out my contacts.

The girl is not yours, or mine, or anyone's. But for now, she travels under my protection, and let him who lays a hand on her answer to me.

I felt as though a sympathetic hand were tending the wounds where thorns had stabbed me. . .

And then I understood that the answer is yes, yes yes: I care because I want you to care about me. I care because I have become aware of my absolute dependency upon you, whoever you are, for the outcome of my social, my democratic experience.

Nature is like a wild animal that you have trained to work for you. So long as you are vigilant and walk warily with thought and care, so long will it give you its aid; but look away for an instant, be heedless or forgetful, and it has you by the throat.

Shoes really did lead the perfect life. They were polished and taken care of and not expected to do anything more painful than occasionally step in a bit of mud or a rare puddle. She'd wager her shoes never wished they could just disappear.

That's what mother's do. They bother you until you listen. And they do it because they car.