Quotes About Duty

Brandon's greatest regret is that he has but one life to give for Gondor.

once had a mother, too. Just having the title doesn't mean you do the job.

I think your husband has that something about him that defines honor very narrowly. I fear he is the stuff of which martyrs are made. (Tom Lasser, p. 358)

We must face our responsibilities regardless of whether we get what we want.

Jool Noret, we admire you. You are the scourge of Omnius." "I am merely doing my job.

Anirul stiffened. "My future husband—and even the Golden Lion Throne itself—are secondary to our breeding program." "Of course you're right." Margot nodded in resignation, as if shocked at her own gaffe. "But how should we proceed?" "We begin with a message to Leto.

Absoballylutely top hole, wot. A and B the C of D I'd say. . . Above and Beyond the Call of Duty.

Ambrose shrugged his spikes moodily. "I don't suppose you'd like me to fetch your lunch, dinner, tea'n'supper too. Huh!" "Oh, and Ambrose, would you ask Winifred to fetch our lunch, dinner, tea and supper out here? This is going to be a long job!

With little power comes little responsibility.

Los elementos B son aquellas cosas que deberías hacer. Hay consecuencias leves por hacer (o no hacer) las tareas B

We ought not to be weary of doing little things for the love of God, who regards not the greatness of the work, but the love with which it is performed.

When the King is mad, it is an honor to be an exile.

Murder is unseemly. Making certain a killer doesn't get away with what he has done is an obligation we the living owe to the dead—no matter how unsavory we consider them to be.

For surely a king is first a man. And so it must follow that a king does as all men do: the best he can.

Straight men who visit prostitutes are valiantly striving to keep sex free from emotion, duty, family--in other words, from society, religion, and procreative Mother Nature.

How did you know? This may be a large house, but I'm not blind. Or deaf. [..]Well, you needn't avail yourself of any romantic notions. He was just doing his duty. And with unflagging enthusiasm, I might add. Diana said dryly.

I was thinking about choices and how we make them. About how some are so easy and some so hard. I was thinking how we make some because we want to and some because we have to.

But your responsibilities are sometimes given you without choice, without consent.

We are keepers of the peace, not soldiers.

Honor is honesty to what is, not blind duty to what you wish to be.

To the right person, the person who is truly born to it, duty is a form of love, through which all is possible. Duty is not always a denial of things, but an expansion of them to others. Duty is not always a chore, but is best carried out with love.

But you know how Richard feels. He thinks it would be wrong—more than that, he thinks it would be irresponsible to give in to such a wish when reason tells him he must not.

We know, better than most, perhaps, that soldiers are charged with protecting peace and life itself. The balance to that is that we sometimes must take life to stay an enemy who would do greater harm. For this, we are remembered, not for the lives we try to preserve.

Even if it's not your fault, it's your responsibility.