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.
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.
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.
Doing the right thing for someone else occasionally means doing something that feels wrong to you.
Maybe you had to leave in order to miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.
It (the sun) didn't really care how I felt, it was going to rise and set regardless of whether I noticed it, and if I was going to enjoy it, that was up to me.
