Quotes About Care

They were both fomidable, but they were also the two people he cared most about in the world-Worlds-and he just wanted to carry them safley forward to the future he imagined, in which no one's life was at stake and the hardest decision of any given day might be what to eat for breakfast, or where to make love.

Oh, Astrae, we have kept you too safe if it is us that you fear.

Tenemos tantos enemigos. La mayoría de ellos son ineludibles, los heredamos como una obligación, pero los que nos buscamos nosotros mismos son especiales. Deberíamos elegirlos con cuidado.

Apenas se cuide. Os livros podem ser imortais, mas nós não somos.

We have so many enemies, Lisseth," said Karou, keeping her voice light. "Most of them are our birthright, inherited like a duty, but the ones we make for ourselves are special. We should choose them with care.

You fall so deeply in love with your grandbaby. It's so so so much easier than being a parent, because you really don't have much responsibility. And just when you are at the end of your rope with exhaustion, the parents take the baby away. So it's the best of both worlds.

When peoples care for you and cry for you, they can straighten out your soul.

Life is a egg you have to be patient and carefull with it or it will brake

Peace We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark They could not see Who had gained The victory.

Oh, leave it," said Jem, kicking Will, not without affection, lightly on the ankle. "She's annexed my plan!" "Will," Tessa said firmly. "Do you care more about the plan being enacted or about getting credit for it?" Will pointed a finger at her. "That," he said. "The second one.

My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.

You never really hate anyone as much as someone you cared about once.

His eyes shone when he looked at her, green as spring grass. He has always had green eyes, said the voice in her head. People often marvel at how much alike you are, he and your mother and yourself. His name is Jonathan and he is your brother; he has always protected you. Somewhere in the back of Clary's mind she saw black eyes and whip marks, but she didn't know why. He's your brother. He's your brother, and he's always taken care of you.

That sounds almost practiced, James Carstairs. How many girls have you made swoon with that observation?" "There is only one girl I care to make swoon," he said. "The question is, does she?" She smiled at him. "She does.

You're my sister," he said finally. "My sister, my blood, my family. I should want to protect you"- he laughed soundlessly and without any humor- "to protect you from the sort of boys who want to do with you exactly what I want to do.

Good. Because I don't need protecting." "I knew you'd say that.But the thing is, sometimes you do. And sometimes I do. We're meant to protect each other, but not from everything. Not from the truth. That's what it means to love someone but let them be themselves.

Now don't go wandering off, William," she said with a meaningful glance. "I don't want to lose you in the crowd." Will's jaw set. "I'm getting the oddest feeling that you're enjoying this," he said under his breath. "Nothing odd about it." Feeling unbelievably bold, Tessa chucked him under the chin with the tip of her lace fan. "Simply behave yourself.

Jace hated it when other people were worried on his behalf. It made him feel like maybe there really was something to worry about.

But—but..." Will sputtered. "Oh, leave it," said Jem, kicking Will, not without affection, lightly on the ankle. "She annexed my plan!" "Will," Tessa said firmly. "Do you care more about the plan being enacted or about getting credit for it?" Will pointed a finger at her. "That," he said. "The second one.

Jem spoke with enormous care; talking to Will about anything personal was like trying not to startle away a wild animal.

Was this what it meant to love someone? That any burden was a burden shared, that they could give you comfort with a word or a touch?

Jace threw himself against the door. It didn't budge. He cursed. "My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health." -Jace to Clary, pg.284-

We had and incident. I took care of it." "Really." Jace's voice dripped sarcasm. "Do you even know how to use that knife, Clarissa? Without poking a hole in yourself or any innocent bystanders?

If you insist on trying to get yourself killed, I insist on being the one who chooses what you wear while you recover,