Quotes About Care

At the first realization that Annabelle was ill, he had felt his chest turn painfully hollow, as if his heart had been seized for ransom. There had been no question in his mind that he would do whatever was necessary to make her safe and comfortable. And in the moments when Annabelle had struggled to breathe, staring at him with eyes bright with pain and fear, he would have done anything for her. Anything. -Simon's thoughts

Hunt immediately adjusted his hold, bracing her easily. "I thought you looked pale," he remarked, gently stroking back a lock of hair that had fallen over her damp face. "What's the matter, sweetheart? Is it just your stomach, or do you hurt somewhere else?

There's not much I wouldn't do for you, Ella, " he said quietly. "Haven't you figured that out yet?

I always wondered how love could translate into an emergency room visit.

Both of you think happiness is this thing you have to chase after, like a child with a shiny toy. It won't happen until you start finding ways to take care of other people instead of ways to please yourself.

Let me spoil you," he whispered. "Let me take care of you. You've never had anyone to lean on, have you? I've got strong shoulders, Annabelle.

I love you, dammit! I love you because you belong to me. I love you for taking care of me. For making me feel as if there is still some good left in me. Philippe was a better man than I'll ever be. God knows he deserved you more than I do. But he's gone now…and I need you." -Justin Vallerand

Marcus's fear that his wife might succumb to childbed fever receded day by day as Lillian returned to her old self, healthy and slender and vigorous. His relief was vast. He had never known such overwhelming love for one person, nor had he anticipated that Lillian would so quickly become his essential requirement for happiness. Anything that was in his power to do for Lillian would be done.

The Blue Vanda hadn't sickened in Winterborne's care...it had thrived.

I wouldn't count on much adventuring if I were you. I'm going to look after you and keep you safe." She glanced at him over the rim of the cup, her eyes smiling. "What I meant was, you are the adventure.

After a long moment, he heard his mother say ruefully, "Sometimes I miss the days when I could solve any of my children's problems with a nap and a biscuit.

Mrs. Church settled a blanket over him and told the footmen, "Take him up to the master bedroom. Softly…no jostling. Treat him as if he were a newborn babe." After counting in unison, the footmen lifted the stretcher. "A babe that weighs fourteen stone," one of them grunted. Mrs. Church tried to look stern, but the corners of her eyes crinkled briefly. "Mind your tongue, David.

I'm doing all this for Luke's sake. And yours." "For my sake?" Startled out of my rising anger, I gave him a round-eyed glance. "There's not much I wouldn't do for you, Ella," he said quietly. "Haven't you figured that out yet?" -Jack & Ella

They did what friends do when all else has failed…they sat with her in companionable silence…and let her know they cared.

At the first realization that Annabelle was ill, he had felt his chest turn painfully hollow, as if his heart had been seized for ransom. There had been no question in his mind that he would do whatever was necessary to make her safe and comfortable. And in the moments when Annabelle had struggled to breathe, staring at him with eyes bright with pain and fear, he would have done anything for her. Anything.

I'm glad that you're going to take care of Mr. Winterborne. He needs you." "Yes," Quincy had said feelingly. "He does.

Fabulous." She pushed her plate across to him. "Try it yourself. You need to put on weight. You look awful." He winced. "I've never been handsome, honey. If that's what you want, you're with the wrong guy. However, if you do find that guy I will bust his pretty face to a pulp so you might as well stick with me." She grinned. "Eat.

four broken eggshells, each half nested carefully in the other.

My boss is dictating my preventive hangover care, and I just used the word swords in reference to his obvious cockfight with the man I just made out with in a public hallway. I am truly in an alternate universe.

It is much more important to know what kind of patient has the disease than what sort of disease the person has," Osler instructed his trainees at the turn of the twentieth century.

Listen carefully, I'm going to say three words." "I love you?

Are you educated in the art of medicine?" Yeah, the art of Walgreens and Urgent Care. "A bit," I hedged.

In the end, I cared about him so much that I just thought he deserved someone who loved him more than I did.

he must cherish his wife and strive to make her happy, just as she so strives for him.