Quotes About Care

That was the difference between her and the idiots of the world. They were all trying to look smart and keep their social standing. Whereas Valentine didn't care about social standing, she cared about getting it right. Getting the truth—when the truth was gettable.

And why shouldn't a grown man live with his mother? Mothers were a rare and precious commodity and if you had one, why in the world would leave her?

When you love people, you do whatever it takes to make them happy.

One can always be kind to people about whom one cares nothing.

A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies.

Watson-dijo-, si en alguna ocasión le parece que peco en exceso de confianza en mis facultades o que le presto menos atención de la que merece un caso, le ruego que me susurre al oído la palabra <>. Le quedaré infinitamente agradecido.

Care not for want of place; care for thy readiness to fill one. Care not for being unknown, but seek to be worthy of note.

The Jitong chapter of the Book of Rites says, "There are three ways of caring for one's parents: when they are alive, look after them; when they are deceased, tend to the death rites; when the death rites have been completed, offer them sacrifice.

a powder for the headache which Mrs. Mering had given all of us, but which she took herself.

number of emotionally wounded and crippled people is so vast, and the number of qualified professionals so small in comparison

Was that what people learned between the stars? To care for other people very much indeed and to spring upon them only to reveal love and not devouring to their prey?

In his dream she was sick and he cared for her. The dream bore the look of sacrifice but he thought differently. He did not take care of her and she died alone somewhere in the dark and there is no other dream nor other waking world and there is no other tale to tell.

Love makes men foolish. I speak as a victim myself. We are taken out of our own care and then it remains to be seen only if fate will show to us some share of mercy. Or little. Or none.

The sand where he sat was warm to the touch but the night beyond the fire was sharp with the cold. He got up and dragged fresh wood in under the bridge. He stood listening. The boy didnt stir. He sat beside him and stroked his pale and tangled hair. Golden chalice, good to house a god. Please dont tell me how the story ends.

They say that women dream of danger to those in their care and men of danger to themselves.

They say that women dream of danger to those in their care and men of danger to themselves. But I dont dream at all.

You're not the one who has to worry about everything. The boy said something but he couldnt understand him. What? he said. He looked up, his wet and grimy face. Yes I am, he said. I am the one.

This is my child, he said. I wash a dead man's brains out of his hair. That is my job. Then he wrapped him in the blanket and carried him to the fire.

My job is to take care of you. I was appointed to do that by God. I will kill anyone who touches you. Do you understand?

Like alcoholism and drug addiction, nihilism is a disease of the soul. It can never be completely cured, and there is always the possibility of relapse. But there is always a chance for conversion -- a chance for people to believe that there is hope for the future and a meaning to struggle... Nihilism is not overcome by arguments or analyses; it is tamed by love and care.

All books are in safe hands with me. They're my children, my inky children, and I look after them well. I keep the sunlight away from their pages, I dust and protect them from hungry hookworms and grubby human fingers.

The written word is a powerful thing, you have to be careful with it. - Silvertongue

Yes,' she whispered. 'He was more worried about the book than me.

They're my children, my inky children, and I look after them well.