Quotes
Quotes about Care
Friendships are fragile things and require as much care in handling as any other fragile and precious thing.
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate now knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
When it hurts to look back,m and you're too scared to look ahead, just look beside you and your best friend will be there.
Care is the ingredient that keeps true friendships alive despite separation, distance, or time. Care gives latitude to another person and gets you past the dislikes and annoyances. Quite simply, caring sustains love. Doc Childre and Sara Paddison, HeartMath Discovery Program Are there certain friends you turn to when you have a problem or need to be listened to? Think about this: - Are they compassionate, understanding and nurturing? - Are they totally present, giving you their undivided attention? - Do they try to solve your problems for you or do they help you to get clarity so that you can solve your own problems? - Do they let you talk until you're done? Chances are the people you turn to for support and understanding are good listeners. You can develop these qualities as well and take them even deeper into "essence understanding" through mastering deep heart listening. James Allen In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, for in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. Frances Ward Weller -Sara Paddison.
I have no trouble with my enemies. I can take care of my enemies all right. But my damn friends...They're the ones that keep me walking the floor nights!
Be careful that victories do not carry the seed of future defeats.
The future lies before you, like paths of pure white snow. Be careful how you tread it, for every step will show.
Our tastes greatly alter. The lad does not care for the child's rattle, and the old man does not care for the young man's whore.
Take care, your worship, those things over there are not giants but windmills.
I never cared for fashion much, amusing little seams and witty little pleats: it was the girls I liked.
There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu, There's a little marble cross below the town, There's a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew, And the yellow god forever gazes down.
How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish overcareful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care. Their bones with industry. For this they have engrossed and piled up The cankered heaps of strange-achieved gold; For this they have been thoughtful to invest Their sons with arts and martial exercises.
Not stones, nor wood, nor the art of artisans make a state; but where men are who know how to take care of themselves, these are cities and walls.
We Americans live in a nation where the medical-care system is second to none in the world, unless you count maybe 25 or 30 little scuzzball countries like Scotland that we could vaporize in seconds if we felt like it.
He mocks the people who proposes that the government shall protect the rich that they in turn may care for the laboring poor.
The American wage earner and the American housewife are a lot better economists than most economists care to admit. They know that a government big enough to give you everything you want is a government big enough to take from you everything you have.
Why care for grammar as long as we are good?
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength. [Lat., Strangulat inclusus dolor, atque exaestuat intus, Cogitur et vires multiplicare suas.]
O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last, And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand, Have written strange defeatures in my face.
The gods Grow angry with your patience. 'Tis their care, And must be yours, that guilty men escape not: As crimes do grow, justice should rouse itself.
Action and care will in time wear down the strongest frame, but guilt and melancholy are poisons of quick dispatch.
Be as careful of the books you read, as of the company you keep; for your habits and character will be as much influenced by the former as by the latter.
An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair, And fell adown his shoulders with losse care.
Take care of yourself. Good health is everyone's major source of wealth. Without it, happiness is almost impossible. Martha Washington -Unknown.
And thus of all my harvest-hope I have Nought reaped but a weedye crop of care.
