171 Care Quotes

Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My mother.

In twenty years I've never had a day when I didn't have to think about someone else's needs. And this means the writing has to be fitted around it.

The paternalist is a sentimentalist at heart, and the sentimentalist is always potentially cruel.

The God of the Christians is a father who makes much of his apples, and very little of his children.

There is always a chance that he who sets himself up as his brother's keeper will end up by being his jail-keeper.

We have rudiments of reverence for the human body, but we consider as nothing the rape of the human mind.

Nothing you do for children is ever wasted. They seem not to notice us, hovering, averting our eyes, and they seldom offer thanks, but what we do for them is never wasted.

Friends need not agree in everything or go always together, or have no comparable other friendships of the same intimacy.

The secret of a long marriage is shaving your legs every day . . . because it shows you still care.

What's to become of the morally sound? Left out in the cold, I suppose. We must heal the sick.

As a medical doctor, it is my duty to evaluate the situation with as much data as I can gather and as much expertise as I have and as much experience as I have to determine whether or not the wish of the patient is medically justified.

This Great God, Like a mammy bending over her baby, Kneeled down in the dust Toiling over a lump of clay Till He shaped it in His own image.

I have a very strong feeling that the opposite of love is not hate - it's apathy. It's not giving a damn.

I am certain that a Sewing Machine would relieve as much human suffering as a hundred Lunatic Asylums, and possibly a good deal more.

One of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don't come home at night.

The world is not comprehensible, but it is embraceable: through the embracing of one of its beings.

If you find it in your heart to care for somebody else, you will have succeeded.

Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.

Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.

Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?

When you cook it should be an act of love. To put a frozen bag in the microwave for your child is an act of hate.

Life comes from physical survival; but the good life comes from what we care about.

Care is a state in which something does matter; it is the source of human tenderness.

There's birth, there's death, and in between there's maintenance.

Oh won't you stay Stay a while with your own ones Don't ever stray Stray so far from your own ones 'Cause the world is so cold Don't care nothing for your soul That you share with your own ones.

The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others.

We know enough of our own history by now to be aware that people exploit what they have merely concluded to be of value, but they defend what they love. To defend what we love we need a particularizing language, for we love what we particularly know.

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

Men are generally more careful of the breed of their horses and dogs than of their children.

I have managed to conceal my madness fairly effectively, and as far as I know it hasn't hurt anybody badly, for which I am grateful.

Drink, pretty creature, drink!

Housework is a breeze. Cooking is a pleasant diversion. Putting up a retaining wall is a lark. But teaching is like climbing a mountain.

The essential rectitude of our view of children lies in the fact that we feel them and their ways to be supernatural while, for some mysterious reason, we do not feel ourselves or our own ways to be supernatural. The very smallness of children makes it possible to regard them as marvels; we seem to be dealing with a new race, only to be seen through a microscope. I doubt if anyone of any tenderness or imagination can see the hand of a child and not be a little frightened of it. It is awful to think of the essential human energy moving so tiny a thing; it is like imagining that human nature could live in the wing of a butterfly or the leaf of a tree. When we look upon lives so human and yet so small, we feel as if we ourselves were enlarged to an embarrassing bigness of stature. We feel the same kind of obligation to these creatures that a deity might feel if he had created something that he could not understand.

trouble me disturb me with all your cares and you worries trouble me on the days when you feel spent

I need a lullaby a kiss goodnight angel sweet love of my life o, I need this

who'll save the poor little girl? oh, Henry... who'll tell the story of her? Henry Darger

I'm nobody's child You're mine now. Not my child, but mine, to miss you when you go, to look out for you, to hope you'll be careful

[Her] love for the girls was real, and they had always adored this strange creature who had no children to love but them

It was nice to be reminded that she was looking out for me almost as certainly as I always looked out for her

Maybe I'm worried because she seems to care less about the things that I care about You care about everything! How can anybody care so much! My father cares even more On the contrary, tight-gut, your father cares as little as we do. It's just that he tends to despair, while we are full of hope

Initially, I was scared to pick Suhana in my arms. She was so fragile, unlike Aryan. I could toss up Aryan and play rough with him but Suhana was different, she's a lady. Very quiet and loving, but I have a feeling she'll grow up to be very naughty. - Shahrukh

I am a total family man. I drop my kids to school every day and if I knew how to cook I would even cook for them. According to me, doing things for my kids is very macho. - Shahrukh

Cause when I was low you was there for me/And never left me alone because you cared for me/And I could see you comin home after work late/You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate

It's a small thang through and true/What could I do? Real homies help ya get through,

If moderation is a fault, then indifference is a crime.

God bless you, my dear!

On his last legs.

Be gentle with the earth.

Sonny, I'm old enough to have changed your nappies.

I must have a talk with you, David, and learn all the new ideas. As far as I can see, one must hate everybody but at the same time give them free medical attention and a lot of extra education, poor things! All those helpless little children herded into schoolhouses every day-and cod liver oil forced down babies' throats whether they like it or not-such nasty-smelling stuff.

'What is care?' asked the Princess, with a smile. 'It is a god', replied the Physician, 'invisible, but omnipotent. It steals the bloom from the cheek and lightness from the pulse - it takes away the appetite, and turns the hair grey'.

I want to be the surgeon who cuts you open Who fixes all of life's mistakes I want to be the house that you were raised in The only place where you feel safe.

'My friends!', cried the elephant. 'Tell me! Do tell! Are you safe? Are you sound? Are you whole? Are you well?'

Water, Loo! water, Loo! fetch me some water! There isn't a drop for a mile and a quarter! The ground is so hard and the ground is so dry I'm frightened my little red rose-bush will die.

You talk of her mind being unsettled - How the devil could it be otherwise, in her frightful isolation? And that insipid, paltry creature attending her from duty and humanity! From pity and charity. He might as well plant an oak in a flower-pot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!

This is what I give. I give an expression of care every day to each child, to help him realize that he is unique. I end each program by saying, 'You've made this day a special day by just your being you. There's no person in the whole world like you. And I like you just the way you are.' And I feel that if we in public television can only make it clear that feelings are mentionable and manageable, we will have done a great service.

You know, I think everybody longs to be loved, and longs to know that he or she is lovable. And, consequently, the greatest thing that we can do is to help somebody know that they're loved and capable of loving.

If only you could sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; how important you can be to people you may never even dream of. There is something of yourself that you leave at every meeting with another person.

Justice is taking care of those who aren't able to take care of themselves. [1]

The treatment for jaded sensibilities is not to shatter them, after all.

Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another's heart, or its flame burns low.

Teachers teach because they care. Teaching young people is what they do best. It requires long hours, patience, and care.

Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye, and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy.

Sometimes you struggle so hard to feed your family one way, you forget to feed them the other way, with spiritual nourishment. Everybody needs that.

We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.

Do as the beautiful woman: see to your figure and your petticoats. Though, of course, I am not speaking literally.

'I know it's past visitin hours, but can I please give her these flowers?'

You must always be puzzled by mental illness. The thing I would dread most, if I became mentally ill, would be your adopting a common sense attitude; that you could take it for granted that I was deluded.

And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.

How the fuck you feed a tree?...What...you put a ham sandwich on the tree?

Yet somehow our society must make it right and possible for old people not to fear the young or be deserted by them, for the test of a civilization is in the way that it cares for its helpless members.

Our society must make it right and possible for old people not to fear the young or be deserted by them, for the test of a civilization is the way that it cares for its helpless members.

Nothing can be done at once hastily and prudently.

The more you love, the more you can love - and the more intensely you love. Nor is there any limit on how many you can love. If a person had time enough, he could love all of that majority who are decent and just.

Take care of things, and they will take care of you.

No man has seen her, this pitiful ghost, And no woman either, but heard her at most, Sighing and tapping and sighing again, You have weaned me too soon, you must nurse me again.

Wherever the citizen becomes indifferent to his fellows, so will the husband be to his wife, and the father of a family toward the members of his household.

'HOW YOU FEELING?'

Jack: What's the matter?

'Sit, Alla!!!'

Rub her feet.