I think... if it is true that
there are as many minds as there
are heads, then there are as many
kinds of love as there are hearts.
Tags: individuality love soul mind heart diversity seduction care
For what is love itself, for the one we love best? - an enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love.
George EliotSundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he'd call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love's austere and lonely offices?
Tags: love poetry family poem family-relationships sons fathers care those-winter-sundays
No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.
Jay AsherTags: life think impact care reach-out
The closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else.
Carson McCullersRemain faithful to the earth, my brothers, with the power of your virtue. Let your gift-giving love and your knowledge serve the meaning of the earth. Thus I beg and beseech you. Do not let them fly away from earthly things and beat with their wings against eternal walls. Alas, there has always been so much virtue that has flown away. Lead back to the earth the virtue that flew away, as I do—back to the body, back to life, that it may give the earth a meaning, a human meaning.
Friedrich NietzscheTags: future love man humanity heaven virtue hope human dream earth real care now
I care so much about everything that I care about nothing
William SaroyanTags: care
Such a number of nights,' said the girl, with a touch of woman's tenderness, which communicated something like sweetness of tone, even to her voice; 'such a number of nights as I've been patient with you, nursing and caring for you, as if you had been a child: and this the first that I've seen you like yourself; you wouldn't have served me as you did just now, if you'd thought of that, would you? Come, come; say you wouldn't.
Charles DickensNaruto: I bet you're dying to know my name!
Gaara: I couldn't care less.
Tags: dying naruto care name gaara
When a poet settled down to write a poem, could he foresee the lines he would write? Did his head constantly spin with riddles and rhymes and was his only job to put them down? What if he couldn’t get them to make sense, and no one, not even the person he cared for most, could have pleasure in reading it? What would he do?
Alysha SpeerTags: reading love poetry write read pleasure poet care person
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