Quotes About Caring

I don't understand why every guy is not a romantic. I enjoy it.

It is much easier to show compassion to animals. They are never wicked.

One thing my wife says is bad about me, is that I still care too much.

I'm pretty caring, loyal and loving to those who are close to me. Two of my friends are from school, so I've known them for more than 30 years. My best friend, Paul Fisher, sat next to me in English when I was ten or 11. If you asked him, he'd say I was loyal. I don't think I've changed over the years.

I forget about myself and tend to concentrate too much on others.

Humans have a lot of pro-social tendencies.

Men can be tender, too.

In the past, a great library was the result of librarians functioning as guardians of culture, tending and caring, selecting and recommending works that maintained and nurtured a cultural heritage.

My on-set, keep-warm jacket is a Patagonia, and they make sure the people who make their clothes are paid fairly, along with a load of other great stuff and initiatives. They're a business, but they put their money where their mouth is in terms of caring and responsibility.

The New Testament is about loving other people as you love yourself. That means caring for them and looking after them and being kind to them.

Animal testing is needless, especially in cosmetics.

Llorar porque queremos es un modo amoroso y benévolo de cuidar de nosotros mismos.

Worrying doesn't solve anything. I know that. In one way I know it but in another it seems wrong. It seems that if I don't think about all the things that hurt, all the things I've done wrong, then I don't really care.

When one heart opens to another heart, it usually results in love.

Morale is a fragile thing. Its creation and maintenance are among the most important duties that can fall to a commander and neither Joffre nor Nivelle devoted as much thought to this issue as it deserved. Morale is maintained by a wide range of means: by discipline and training, by good leadership, by organization, by caring for the wounded, by regular reliefs

caring is not abstract. The circle of ecological compassion we feel is enlarged by direct experience of the living world, and shrunken by its lack.

There is such tenderness in braiding the hair of someone you love. Kindness and something more flow between the braider and the braided, the two connected by the cord of the plait.

Indigenous is a birthright word. No amount of time or caring changes history or substitutes for soul-deep fusion with the land.

The Onondaga people still live by the precepts of the Great Law and still believe that, in return for the gifts of Mother Earth, human people have responsibility for caring for the nonhuman people, for stewardship of the land.

As I listen to them, I hear another whisper from the swaying stand of cattails, from spruce boughs in the wind, a reminder that caring is not abstract. The circle of ecological compassion we feel is enlarged by direct experience of the living world, and shrunken by its lack.

I just wanted to make you happy," he said. "Are you happy?" "I've been happy a couple of times. What can I do so that you can join me?" He laced his fingers through hers and holding her hands, stretched her arms up above her head, holding them there. "Baby, you don't have to do anything but be present.

Why don't I give her a bottle while you eat. I brought coffee." "Really, I didn't know they made men like you," she said, letting him follow her into the kitchen. When he put down the plate and thermos, she handed over the baby and tested the bottle. "You seem very comfortable with a newborn. For a man. A man with some nieces in Sacramento." He just smiled at her. She passed him the bottle and got out two coffee mugs.

No one ever talks about the power and comfort of a true friendship that endures years. The friend who worries about you, is there when you call, brings soup when you're sick, camps out on your couch when you're sad. There aren't many friends like that. If you have one, be grateful. I know I am.

Good, according to Stella, with the books. He was well-read. He hand-sold, getting to know patrons and recommending books they might like. He's a throwback, said Stella. A real bookseller, in an industry that had stopped caring about story and only cared about numbers.