Quotes About Blame

It's not just politicians to blame for this. The media are culpable, too. By fixating on rare and spectacular events, they condition us to behave as if terrorism were much more common than it is and to fear it far out of proportion to its actual incidence. And we are also at fault, if we buy the propaganda the media are selling.

Blame it on the lies that killed us. Blame it on the truth that ran us down.

I know it's hard to blame the time, but there's a bit of an expectation for a summer movie. I think that 'Superman Returns' was a bit nostalgic and romantic, and I don't think that was what people were expecting, especially in the summer.

He still had not the slightest understanding of why he had really come; he blamed himself for a late flare of desire crudely masked as a need for advice. He had no way of recognizing the very common impulse of a husband to talk things over with his wife.

We transferred to Queeg the hatred we should have felt for Hitler and the Japs who

What a lamentable thing it is that men should blame the gods and regard us as the source of their troubles, when it is their own transgressions which bring them suffering that was not their destiny.

Upon my word, just see how mortal men always put the blame on us gods! We are the source of evil, so they say - when they have only their own madness to think if their miseries are worse than they ought to be.

What a lamentable thing it is that men should blame the gods and regard us as the source of their troubles, when it is their own wickedness that brings them sufferings worse than any which destiny allots them.

Oh for shame, how the mortals put the blame on us gods, for they say evils come from us, but it is they, rather, who by their own recklessness win sorrow beyond what is given...

Ay, ay, cómo culpan los mortales a los dioses!, pues de nosotros, dicen, proceden los males. Pero también ellos por su estupidez soportan dolores más allá de lo que les corresponde.

Look you now, how ready mortals are to blame the gods. It is from us, they say, that evils come, but they even of themselves, through their own blind folly, have sorrows beyond that which is ordained.

See now, how men lay blame upon us gods for what is after all nothing but their own folly.

Men are so quick to blame the gods: they say that [the gods] devise their misery. But [men] themselves- in their depravity- design grief greater than the griefs that fate assigns.

Sullen Telemachus said, "Mother, no, you must not criticize the loyal bard for singing as it pleases him to sing. Poets are not to blame for how things are; Zeus is;

Reproach is infinite, and knows no end.

Fragment ui Duizend schitterende zonnen. Vertel je geheim aan de wind, maar verwijt hem dan niet dat hij het aan de bomen doorvertelt. Khalil Gibran

I suppose once you've been accused of being a witch, you're never really safe. People may blame all sorts of accidents and misfortunes on you.

I suppose the time is ripe for them now, for the people who were there. They're ready now, I think. So... they appear before us as part of their redemption. But you and I, we weren't to blame, were we? Suddenly slamming his thick palm down on the table, Uncle Some shouted, Show me one soul who wasn't to blame! (2007: 162)

Blame Lewis.

When all this is over, people will try to blame the Germans alone, and the Germans will try to blame the Nazis alone, and the Nazis will try to blame Hitler alone. They will make him bear the sins of the world. But it's not true. You suspected what was happening, and so did I.

Above all, he liked it that everything was one's own fault. There was only oneself to praise or blame. Luck was a servant and not a master. Luck had to be accepted with a shrug or taken advantage of up to the hilt. But it had to be understood and recognized for what it was and not confused with a faulty appreciation of the odds, for, at gambling, the deadly sin is to mistake bad play for bad luck. And luck in all its moods had to be loved and not feared

Above all, he liked it that everything was one's own fault. There was only oneself to praise or blame. Luck was a servant and not a master. Luck had to be accepted with a shrug or taken advantage of up to the hilt. But it had to be understood and recognized for what it was and not confused with a faulty appreciation of the odds, for, at gambling, the deadly sin is to mistake bad play for bad luck.

By degrees, he joins that sorry legion of passive men who abandon their children in order to placate their second wives.

The possibility that Julie and I were responsible for the disintegration filled me with horror and delight.