Quotes About Responsibility

There are in nature neither rewards nor punishments — there are consequences.

And why does this same God tell me how to raise my children when he had to drown his?

If abuses are destroyed, man must destroy them. If slaves are freed, man must free them. If new truths are discovered, man must discover them. If the naked are clothed; if the hungry are fed; if justice is done; if labor is rewarded; if superstition is driven from the mind; if the defenseless are protected and if the right finally triumphs, all must be the work of man. The grand victories of the future must be won by man, and by man alone.

Nothing discloses real character like the use of power. It is easy for the weak to be gentle. Most people can bear adversity. But if you wish to know what a man really is, give him power. This is the supreme test.

One dollar at compound interest, at twenty-four per cent., for one hundred years, would produce a sum equal to our national debt. Interest eats night and day, and the more it eats the hungrier it grows. The farmer in debt, lying awake at night, can, if he listens, hear it gnaw. If he owes nothing, he can hear his corn grow. Get out of debt as soon as you possibly can. You have supported idle avarice and lazy economy long enough.

The real question is, can we prevent the ignorant, the poor, the vicious, from filling the world with their children?

The man who does not do his own thinking is a slave, and is a traitor to himself and to his fellow-men.

There's people who'd expect you to take a bullet for them and they don't bother rememb'ring yuh name.

Because men's crimes are always ours in the final analysis, aren't they, Mr. Strike? Ultimate responsibility always lies with the woman, who should have stopped it, who should have acted, who must have known. Your failings are really our failings, aren't they? Because the proper role of the woman is carer, and there's nothing lower in this whole world than a bad mother.

The problem wasn't that Robin didn't think she'd love her child. On the contrary, she thought it likely that she would love that child to the extent that this job, for which she had voluntarily sacrificed a marriage, her safety, her sleep and her financial security, would have to be sacrificed in return. And how would she feel, afterward, about the person who'd made that sacrifice necessary?

How many more burdens was he supposed to bear? Had he not paid enough, given enough, sacrificed enough—loved enough?

Can't you understand that I'd much rather help catch him that sit around waiting for him to pounce?

This, he thought, was how women roped you in. They added you to lists and forced you to confirm and commit. They impressed upon you that if you didn't show up a plate of hot food would go begging, a gold-backed chair would remain unoccupied, a cardboard place name would sit shamefully upon a table, announcing your rudeness to the world.

Just wondered if you were up for a pint. Could bring your Robin along, so Penny's got someone to talk to. Unless, I dunno, the fucking Queen's got a job for you." "Well, she has, but I told her the waiting list's full.

men's crimes are always ours in the final analysis, aren't they, Mr Strike? Ultimate responsibility always lies with the woman, who should have stopped it, who should have acted, who must have known. Your failings are really our failings, aren't they? Because the proper role of the woman is carer,

there are words that can never be unsaid or forgotten...

I'm living for giving the devil his due51

Nobody enjoys accepting that they have reaped what they have sown.

And he wasn't the marrying kind. No matter the inconveniences, what he craved at the end of a working day was his private space, clean and ordered, organised exactly as he liked it, free of emotional storms, from guilt and recriminations, from demands to service Hallmark's idea of romance, from a life where someone else's happiness was his responsibility.

And," he continued, "thanks for everything you've done this week." "It's my job," said Robin lightly. "If I could afford a secretary…but I expect you'll end up pulling down a serious salary as some fat cat's PA.

The guilt that had tumbled from Strike seemed to have fallen heavily into her own lap.

Why the fuck, he asked himself, as he limped towards Mile End Park the following morning, was he, the senior partner and founder of the firm, having to stake out a protest march on a hot Saturday morning, when he had three employees and a knackered leg?

Some people need to be needed . . .

A nadie le gusta aceptar que uno recoge lo que ha sembrado.