Quotes About Care

Focus on the squadron, Naasir. I will take care of Lijuan.

El amor crece cuando se cuida

Love grows when it is tended.

I would fly our child wherever she needed to go.

Llevaría volando a nuestro hijo a donde quiera que necesitara ir. -Galen

But can you take care of my sister? "Your sister can take care of herself." No matter how much he wanted to do the job for her. The wolf was alternately proud of her strength and frustrated by it. Perhaps it would be that way their entire life. Or, perhaps, they'd find a middle ground. "But I'd walk through fire for her.

If you're having a bad hair day or a bad boy day, he'll whip up one of his yummy mango smoothies for you, sit you down, and say, "Little one, remember what's really important in life: a family that loves you, good friends, and not putting too much garlic in the pesto." — Chloe Carlson

It is a hard thing to let your children near danger, and yet, I remember my Papa teaching me to fire a rifle before I could even hold it with my own strength. And if he hadn't trusted me to be careful, I would have never had faith in myself to do it.

Sarah, he says, it isn't like I'm some old codger you have to coddle. Well, I told him, I want you healthy, to be sure that someday you are.

I really like my doctors. Some of them I love. I trust them.

Yet the explanation was simple. These memories had died of inanition. You've got the pay visits to your memories from time to time. You've got to feed them, take them out and air them, show them around, tell them to other people or to yourself. If you don't, they waste away.

As the dementia progresses and the person develops trouble with coordination and language, it is easy to forget his need to experience pleasant things and to enjoy himself. Never overlook the importance of hand holding, touching, hugging, and loving.

The apostle Paul said, "I will very gladly spend and be spent for you" (2 Corinthians 12:15 KJV). That's part of what is involved in ministering to others, whether in a synagogue, a Sunday school class, or a house full of little ones.

Sweetheart, please don't worry about me— I want to always be a help—You know I am all yours and love you with all my heart.

I love children, especially when they cry, for then someone takes them away.

Many of us in industrialized countries often act as if we have nothing to learn from developing nations, yet many of these traditional cultures do something extraordinarily right in the way they care for new mothers.

It is a tragedy to see the medical profession move from suicide prevention to suicide facilitation. The right-to-die movement presents euthanasia as compassionate. But disparaging human life as expendable is not compassionate. The term 'compassion' literally means 'to suffer with' (com=with, passion=suffer). True compassion means being willing to suffer on behalf of others, loving them enough to bear the burden of caring for them.

Remember, I'm a doctor's daughter. So obviously I'm interested in all medical things.

Through all this, I poured myself into the care of the girls, jealously guarding their well-being and providing them with a safe and loving environment. I delighted in their healthy, sturdy bodies and minds, as I watched them turning from little girls into adolescence, making all my efforts pay off by becoming happy, "normal" kids.

Their friendship is like a tapestry in a drawer. Today is the iron passing over the cloth, smoothing out the wrinkles, bring out the pattern that makes it unique and beautiful.

I bought several bars of pomegranate hand soap for gifts. The salesgirl explained that the soap was made with aged milk and all-natural ingredients. Much of it was still done by hand and always with great care. She could have been talking about food.

We have no need to learn to think much of ourselves, to care for ourselves, to consider our own needs, wants, and desires. We already do that far too much. The problem is getting us to think of others, to have a lowliness of mind that springs from humility and love.

And do you do the same now, with other children? With the children in your care?" But Mrs. Montgomery-Taylor, now Mrs. Williams, has always been shrewd, even in her madness. "All children need different kinds of love," she says. "We do what's needed to care for them." Children are born so small. It does not matter if they are boys or girls. They are all born so weak and so powerless.

A child in danger must learn to pay more attention to the adults than a child loved and cherished.