Quotes About Responsibility

Jack, there are only two of us here. One of us is going to push him out, one of us is going to catch him. Which job do you want?" (Melinda talking to her husband)

I am not sleeping with you." "We could probably manage it, though. Without getting too involved." "No," she said. "But why? I mean, if we're trusted friends? And it doesn't interfere with our responsibilities?" "Did that line ever actually work for you?" "I can't remember. But it probably did-it's brilliant.

Tom, how many children do you think I have to have before I figure out you get them by having sex?" "Of course there would be protection," he offered. "Tons of it.

It's up to you." He reached across the front seat and grabbed her hand. "It's always up to you." He drew her hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss into her palm.

Yeah. You going to hunt?" he asked. Jack puffed up a little. "I am. I am going to defy my queen and take a rifle into the woods. But if I hit anything, I'm blaming you.

Our children are not our possessions, Nora. They're loaned to us to raise and to be set free. From the time he could look up, he was determined to fly high and fast.

When you screw up you own it, you make amends, you learn your lesson.

A very important part of creating a new life was independence. She did not want to be accountable to anyone but herself.

Good Lord," Maureen interrupted him. "What did your father and I do to turn you boys off marriage?" she asked, half pleading, half annoyed. "I thought we had a good marriage, your da and me. He was so wonderful to me. I tried to take good care of him and you boys! It makes me wonder where we failed that the lot of you are terrified of marriage." "It

Rick was dying as he watched. Of course, he hadn't bothered going to her graduation, nor had he given her a card or even congratulated her. And he wanted those arms around him, those lips on his cheek. Not that he'd done one thing to deserve it. Jack

I don't get the big deal myself. If you can die for your country at eighteen, why not have a beer?

Men should spend less time with guns and more time in childbirth.

Basically, even good people do really bad things if they think no one cares. The banality of evil.

How many infants are born each day - innocent, sweet, boundless - only to be ruined by the very people who have given them life?

God's arms are always extended; we are the ones who turn away.1 —Philip Yancey

Teenagers," he said into the silence, his smile knowing. "Can't live with 'em, can't shoot 'em." "But you can ground them, if they still live with you," she said, and silently added, Even when they're in their twenties.

He'd moved out once before and it hadn't worked out; he was still paying off bills from that fiasco, but he didn't seem to realize that it wasn't her goal in life to support him indefinitely.

How many men do y'all reckon there are in the world? What—three, maybe four billion, and of all of those potential mates, he's the bastard I picked to have kids with. I should have my head examined.

In for a penny, in for a pound

The blame game could be exhausting sometimes. The blame game could make you lose your mind . . . all the infinitesimal outcomes, each path breaking up into a million other paths every time you heedlessly chose one, taking you on a journey that you'd never find your way back from.

The blame game could make you lose your mind … all the infinitesimal outcomes, each path breaking up into a million other paths every time you heedlessly chose one, taking you on a journey that you'd never find your way back from.

I'm really sorry I can't pay you back," I said. He shook his head. "My father's going to take everything you own and then break your life. It's the least I can bloody do.

My father insisted that the boys in my life were directly responsible for my juvenile-delinquent tendencies. My mother, more accurately, assumed that I was the bad influence.

I'm staying, Henry said, annoyed. Why? Because, if I leave, it would be like abandoning two mentally challenged people in a nuclear waste dump.