Quotes About Responsibility

People with self-respect exhibit a certain toughness, a kind of moral nerve; they display what was once called *character,* a quality which, although approved in the abstract, sometimes loses ground to the other, more instantly negotiable virtues.... character--the willingness to accept responsibility for one's own life--is the source from which self-respect springs.

By paying attention to another woman (Edward to Lucy and Frederick to Louisa), about whom he doesn't really care, each man hurts the woman he really loves and who really loves him.

When you grow as old as I am you can't any longer say this was someone's fault, and that was someone else's. It isn't so clear when you take a long view. Blame seems to lie everywhere. Or nowhere. Who can say where unhappiness begins?

All beings, including each one of us, enemy and friend alike, exist in patterns of mutuality, interconnectedness, co-responsibility and ultimately in unity.

action, calls us to turn or return to the world with

Stay put," he said. "I don't want you setting off any explosives that'll get us both killed." "Let me go with you." "I don't want you getting hurt, Red." There was something about the sound of his voice that gave her pause. "Don't tell me you care." He ruffled her hair as though she were four instead of twenty-five. "All right, I won't. Just stay put.

They call them the bad old days, and in a way they were. But at least they taught us the value of money, and it was something yer had to work for. These days, the youngsters seem to get everything they want. And what gets me is, they believe they're entitled to it!

Nobody can be held responsible for the pranks of destiny.

What do you want?" Debbie whispered. And a voice whispered back, "Where are my eyes?" Debbie let out a yelp and began shouting, "How should we know? We didn't take your eyes! What do you think you're doing anyway, going around scaring people? You rotten, mean, whatever-you-are!

If you have more than a couple of kids, you're not parents—you're hoarders. And hoarding is a disorder, not a gift.

Hey, you're taking up the entire sidewalk, bitch!" She scowled and yelled, "I have children!" I yelled back at her, "Well, next time give your husband a blow job and you won't! Why should I have to walk into oncoming traffic because you don't want to give a little head?

It's not easy being a mother. We raise our children, given them wings to leave the nest, but we have no control where they will fly off too.

Grace happens when we act with others on behalf of our world.

It is the delusion that the self is so separate and fragile that we must delineate and defend its boundaries; that it is so small and so needy that we must endlessly acquire and endlessly consume; and that as individuals, corporations, nation-states, or a species, we can be immune to what we do to other beings. The

The obvious choice, then, is to extend our notions of self-interest. For example, it would not occur to me to plead with you, "Don't saw off your leg. That would be an act of violence." It wouldn't occur to me (or to you) because your leg is part of your body. Well, so are the trees in the Amazon rain basin. They are our external lungs. We are beginning to realize that the world is our body. The

It seems both outrageous and irresponsible that so few mental health clinicians connect the epidemics of mental distress in industrial societies with the devastating impact of our suicidal destruction of our own habitat and ecocidal elimination of whole species. — Linda Buzzel and Craig Chalquist

Here is a version that I have adapted for use in the West. Close

Only God can make a tree and She seldom tries, nowadays.)

At twenty-nine you can't waste your time reading.

we do need to learn how to say no, but only so we are able to say yes to God when he wants to give us an assignment.

Well I don't care how other people live" I said. "If they want to let their men sleep around, that's their business. But I'll be damned if I'll put up with it. Not good enough for me, and no way I want Noah growing up thinking that's how you treat a woman. Ruger can take his offer, stick it on a fork, and shove it up his ass. Now I need to find a job and somewhere to live, because I'm sure as hell not living with him any longer.

If I was married with ten kids, I wouldn't be talking on the phone with you. I'd be shooting myself in the fucking head.

How 'bout this? You go ahead and feel guilty about being an accomplice, and I'll go ahead keep doing your dirty work so you don't break a fuckin' nail or something. Then tonight we'll open a bottle of wine and talk about how today made us deel. Maybe eat some chocolate while we're at it, then watch The Notebook together. That work for you?

My inner caveman decided it didn't matter. Fuck safety, and fuck picket fences. London Armstrong obviously couldn't take care of herself, which meant someone needed to step in and fix this shit. If that meant claiming her, so be it.