I want to put my hand out and touch you. I want to do for you and care for you. I want to be there when you're sick and when you're lonesome.
I've got a pretty good idea what children are, and we're not children. Children can lose sometimes, and nobody cares.
As the doctor treated the wound, Mazer said, " I don't care how much you eat, Ender, self-cannibalism won't get you out of this school.
You are so weak. Give up to grace. The ocean takes care of each wave till it gets to shore. You need more help than you know.
You have forgotten the One who doesn't care about ownership, who doesn't try to turn a profit from every human exchange.
We are jealous our close neighbors, but not the sun and its care. (Nous jalousons nos proches voisins, - Mais pas le soleil et ses soins.) (The Ant / La Fourmi)
Trust is knowing that when a team member does push you, they're doing it because they care about the team.
I don’t trust anybody. Not anybody. And the more that I care about someone, the more sure I am they’re going to get tired of me and take off.
...you want things to remain the same, which they never can, and so you’re wounded by your own feelings & resentful others don’t seem to care...
The simplest strategy for bouts of noxious flatus is to not care. Or perhaps to take advantage of a gastroenterologist I know: get a dog. (To blame.)
Constipation ran Presley's life. Even his famous motto TCB— 'Taking Care of Business'— sounds like a reference to bathroom matters.
You need to stop caring what people who don't matter think of you. Be who you are and let everybody else be who they are. Differences are a good thing.
The world is falling down around our ears, and all these people care for is talking about fucking to women in short skirts and men with their shirts hanging open
all night he talks and holds me, all night he loves me slow and careful.
She couldn't avoid being serious about things she cared for, and happiness made her grave at the thought of all the things which might destroy it.
Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, retired at the end of last year in order to enjoy more time with his remaining limbs.
A song and a smile from someone I cared about could be enough to distract me from all that darkness, if only for a little while.
Maybe I was naïve to think that silence was implicit complacence, instead of a festering question. Maybe I was silly to believe that friends owed each other anything.
You know how sometimes, your life is so perfect you’re afraid for the next moment, because it couldn’t possibly be quite as good? That’s what it felt like.
I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.
I don't know whether you can look at your past and find, woven like the hidden symbols on a treasure map, the path that will point to your final destination.
