Quotes About Responsibility

She should be good, not complain, learn through her eyes and ears, and make her mother proud.

Any daughter-in-law who lets the real truth of her life become public brings shame to both her natal and husband's families, which, as you know, is why I have waited until they were all dead to write my story.

plants and leave the bulbs in the ground, ignore ears of corn, or carelessly drop cabbage

How good it felt, to do some good, here and there. Perhaps this was what it meant to be an adult. To grab the opportunity at hand, make the most of the day, regardless of what it looked like.

Parenthood wasn't about blood or biology, he found; it was about a joyful willingness to give yourself over, to subordinate your own needs for someone else's. When you loved your kids, you'd give up everything to keep them safe and make them happy, and you didn't care about the other things, the ones that went away.

When our actions and choices are based on fear and denial ... Well, nothing good can come of that. Ever.

Nobody told you that wen you became a parent, you became a child again; it was early bedtimes and grilled cheese sandwiches for all. Every date night was a negotiation, every invitation that you actually had the desire or energy to accept became a strategic maneuver that may or may not work out after all.

Uselessness, she thought, was the permanent condition of parenthood.

You were never so acutely aware of your own flaws as you were in the presence of your child. Why was that?

We hate our parents for having their own lives, don't we, for making decisions for themselves that don't seem to take us into account. They're not people, not really. They're parents; how dare they live and love and die without us?

Why did people think that was okay, to kill something and stick its head on your wall?

And that's all life was—a series of choices and their consequences.

Ignorance and fear were responsible for so much horror in the world. All the most heinous acts throughout history could be linked to those demons.

First you were the kid, no one taking you seriously. And then, all of a sudden, people much younger were in positions of authority, and you were supposed to listen to them. It was truly weird.

Are we not at least partially responsible for keeping ourselves safe, for lowering the risks in our lives?" he asks. "Locking doors, staying vigilant on the street? No one has a right to hurt us, even in a careless moment. But we have some—some—control over our level of risk." "What are we talking about here?

Sarah's death and how it haunted you, how you were swallowed by your guilt. But your mother was at least partially responsible for how you handled that situation as well. Let's not forget that you were just a kid. With the right guidance, you might have come through that incident better." Jones

Once a woman has a husband and child, her time, her heart, her desires never quite belong to her again. A blessing some days, a burden others, like all the other gifts that life brings.

Remember that one of the best things you can do for your daughter is take care of each other.

It's about biology, genetics, of course. But most of all, it's about what you do with what you're given.

But that was the hypocrisy of adulthood: You never wanted the children you cared about to do things you'd done when you were heedless of the fragility of life.

need to protect my boys from their … poison.

I think my family has done everything we can for Marshall," said Leila

He's almost an adult. We have to save ourselves sometimes, Maggie. You should know that.

She could push inside or walk away. She could force a conversation, which might turn into a fight. Or just let him come to her when he was ready. She hesitated a moment, conflicted. Then she opted for the latter, moving quietly down the stairs, feeling that strange loneliness again. Uselessness, she thought, was the permanent condition of parenthood.