Quotes About Responsibility

He'd tried for me twice. Three times, if what you say is true. I decided not to give him a fourth chance." "Oh." Penric sank back, signing himself. "I regret… not doing better with him." "Well, he's his god's problem now. Don't promote your troubles beyond your rank." "That is actually theologically sound advice.

Same jobs over and over, all have to be done again tomorrow or something dies? Despite the weather or the hurting, or, or whatever. Yeah, I guess there are some parallels." While he was weighing this, his mouth kept moving without him. "Or maybe it's just called being a grownup.

The gods have no hands in this world but ours. If we fail Them, where then can They turn?

It's easy for the central authorities to make the rules, but these people have to live every minute of the consequences.

Lordship comes too easy, for some. And it was lordship near slew the world.

Do not deny the gods. And they will not deny you." As Oswyl stared at him, he went on, "Dangerous habit, mind you. Once you start to let Them in through that first crack, They're worse than mice.

Mark, no se paga a los padres. No se puede. La deuda que les debes la asumen tus hijos, que la pasan a su vez. Es una especie de cadena. Y si no tienes hijos, queda como deuda a la humanidad. O a tu Dios, si posees o eres poseído por uno

Cordelia was not at all sure she wanted Piotr present, but until the old man did them all the convenience of dropping dead, she was stuck with him.

A true Vor, Miles told himself severely, does not bury his face in his liegewoman's breasts and cry—even if he is at a convenient height for it.

Feared that she was slated to be dragged though all that stale guilt

Not one, she realized with a chill, was staring at her as though she had gone mad. They were all staring at her as though she was going to tell them what to do next.

Idrene said gently, "We cannot protect anyone from being alive, Master Bosha. No matter how much we might wish to." Her eyes fell on her own children.

She turned toward him with a snap; he flinched away. "If we do not succeed in taking this ship, a thousand of my friends are going to die. I had a choice. I chose. I'd choose again. You got that?" And you choose for everybody, Silver, Leo's voice echoed in her memory. Ti subsided instantly. "Yes, ma'am.

Everybody makes that same damned argument. 'I can't do it all, so I'm not going to do any.' And they don't. And it goes on, and on.

Same jobs over and over, all have to be done again tomorrow or something dies?  Despite the weather or the hurting, or, or whatever.  Yeah, I guess there are some parallels."  While he was weighing this, his mouth kept moving without him.  "Or maybe it's just called being a grownup.

Did you imagine you controlled it? Omniscient and omnipotent? Nobody appointed you God, Vorkosigan." Ghostly faint, one corner of his mouth turned up. "I'm sure it was an oversight." He leaned back and closed his eyes.

Children might or might not be a blessing, but to create them and then fail them was surely damnation

ImpSec certainly hadn't given him any more interesting missions, unless you could call Security Chief Illyan's last curt ". . . and stay out of trouble!" a secret assignment. On

About Rish. You're not making her, like, fall in love with you or anything, are you? Because you could be reassigned or something, and have to drop her. And I don't want to be stuck in a flat full of weeping, angry women, with no male to take it out on but me.

The gods have no hands but ours, they say." He held up his fingers and wiggled them.

The really unforgivable acts are committed by calm men in beautiful green silk rooms, who deal death wholesale, by the shipload, without lust, or anger, or desire, or any redeeming emotion to excuse them but cold fear of some pretended future. But the crimes they hope to prevent in that future are imaginary. The ones they commit in the present—they are real." His voice fell, as he spoke, so that by the end he was almost whispering.

The world is made by the people who show up for the job," Miles agreed.

Which way would she pounce? Miles held his breath. Ekaterin leaned forward, gripping the railing with her knuckles going pale. "Let's finish this. Lord Vorkosigan!" Miles jerked in his seat, taken by surprise. "Madame?" He made a little half-bow gesture. "Yours to command . . ." "Good. Will you marry me?

What makes the hallow kingship hallowed?" Ingrey hesitated so long in answering, Biast began to turn away again in disappointment, when Ingrey blurted, "Faith." And at the puzzled pinch of Biast's brows, clarified: "Keeping it.