Quotes About Care

You know that food eases every trouble. Angie felt herself smiling. How many times in her life had she come home from school, devastated by some social slight, only to hear Mama say, Eat something. You'll feel better.

But now she saw what she had never dared to see before: this love of hers was one-sided. She was the one who took care; he was the one who took.

She had gone to him then, taken him in her arms and held him until he could breathe again. To her, it had been second nature, caring for him when he was hurting. But now she saw what she had never dared to see before: this love of hers was one-sided. She was the one who took care; he was the one who took.

Dad held Mama as if she were made of glass. So careful, so concerned for her well-being. It filled Leni with an impotent rage. And then she'd get a glimpse of him with tears in his eyes and the rage would turn soft and slide into something like forgiveness. She didn't know how to corral or change either of these emotions; her love for him was all tangled up in hate. Right now she felt both emotions crowding in on her, each jostling for the lead.

When you're a mom, you learn about fear. You're always afraid. Always. About everything from cupboard doors to kidnappers to weather. There is nothing that can't hurt our kids, I swear...the irony is they need us to be strong

One of the fundamental truths of psychiatry was that sometimes you had to leave a patient who needed you. She

protected her as best we could. She refused to

will." "I just want to keep you safe." I smile. Americans can be

I am thinking of how it will feel when he leaves, and I am sure the same thought occupies his mind. With a sigh, he reaches into his briefcase and pulls out a stack of envelopes. The sigh is in place of words, a breath of transition. In it, I hear that moment where I go from one life to another. In this new, pared-down version of my life, I am to be cared for by my son instead of vice versa.

The good, God-fearing folk of California don't care about a baby's life, I guess.

People down south had no idea how clean an outhouse could be if you took care of it.

I just want to keep you safe. I smile. Americans can be so naive.

That's the thing about misfortune and grief: they have a lot of weight but no mass. You can't lift them on behalf of a friend. But at least you can bring food.

Having a mother who cares about you and wants you to be happy must really be rough.

I have a new little stray dog that I've had for about a month now. His name is Mikey Mohawk - he's this little terrier with a natural Mohawk. My friend found him hit by a car on Pico Boulevard.

If you ever need anything please don't hesitate to ask someone else first.

You have your friends, your work, your entertainment. Your dog has only you. You are his life, his love, his everything. —Kyra Sundance

everlasting Father who cares for you today will take care of you tomorrow and every day. Either He will shield you from suffering or He will give you His unwavering strength that you may bear it. Be at peace, then, and set aside all anxious thoughts and worries. Francis de Sales

If I let myself care, all I'll feel is pain.

The parents [he added] wanted reassurance that he would not act out and hurt someone before he got in a hospital. I could not, of course, give them any real assurance and told them they would just have to watch him as best they could.

I wish you would moderate that fondness you have for your children. I do not mean you should abate any part of your care, or not do your duty to them in its utmost extent; but I would have you early prepare yourself for disappointments, which are heavy in proportion to their being surprising.

Pavo Real was the nickname Señor Dorantes had given to Señor Narváez, because the governor took as careful care of his appearance as a peacock. But my master had no nickname for me. A nickname is something you use to tease someone, whether out of spite or out of affection, whereas all the things he called me were said without a hint of humor or irony; El Moro, El Negro, El Arabe. On most days, he did not even call me anything. He did not need to - I was always right behind him.

All I ever wanted was to keep my family together.

He wasn't an alchemist, or a hero. He was a librarian, and a dreamer. He was a reader, and the unsung expert on a long-lost city no one cared a thing about.