Quotes About Responsibility

Silver manned the com; and Leo—held down the post of chief engineer, he supposed. The chain of command became rather blurred at this point. Perhaps his title ought to be Official Ship's Worrier.

The gods have no hands but ours, they say.

Men whose mistakes could kill more people, faster; but still, just men.

though ORICO went as a royal duty and as a result contracted a head cold. He turned this

Someday, Miles, his boss ImpSec Chief Simon Illyan had once said to him, I hope you live to have a dozen subordinates just like you. Miles hadn't realized till now that had been a formal curse on Illyan's part.

Who has the time to become politically active, or even politically aware, when one is struggling just to stay alive and feed one's children?

Don't get so involved in the duties of your life and your children that you forget the pleasure. Remember why you had children.

If he's dumb enough to tempt a woman wielding a knife, then he deserves everything after that.

Hell. I saw Cassie running for that car and you know what ran through my mind, Merrie?" he asked her painfully. Merinus sighed deeply. "That you had failed." She surprised him with that answer. "You couldn't protect your own, and now you hadn't protected Cassie either." "Yeah," he breathed out roughly. "But how did you know?" "Because it's the same thing Sherra told me before she locked herself in her room

Cut her again, and we're finished. As friends, as family. Do you hear me, Dawg? That woman owns me, and she always will. You cut her again, and we're finished.

If he was hurt, it would be her fault. And it wasn't fair, she thought with an edge of self-pity. If anyone got to hurt him, it should be her. Not strangers that didn't know him.

Dawg's been chasing you for years, Crista. What's up?" Crista's eyes burned with anger as she slowly tucked the ordering pad into her back pocket and glared at him furiously. "I'm not a plaything for the three of you," she snarled then, surprising him and Natches. "If you cared for anything past yourselves then you damned well wouldn't expect it. You'd grow the hell up and get over it.

And Rowdy felt like a failure. He had failed to protect the only woman who had ever held his heart because he was too damned busy running from her. He should have been home, he should have been holding her in his bed, loving the hell out of her. If he had staked his claim, she wouldn't have been in that damned apartment.

If it should turn out that we have mishandled our own lives as several civilizations before us have done, it seems a pity that we should involve the violet and the tree frog in our departure.

When man becomes greater than nature, nature, which gave us birth, will respond.

do it later. Guilt still gnawed on

Well, friends, nobody owns nothing in this world. Even your breath is just loaned to you.

I believe "I was only…" are three of the most dangerous words in the English language. "I was only joking." "I was only trying to help." "I was only…" No. You weren't.

I felt hopeless. I was never going to get better. All I was doing was spending time that was really wasted since I was ultimately going to get done what had to be done. Put your finger in a bucket of water and pull it out. The hole left is how much I'd be missed. Killing myself was my job, my responsibility.

You emptied the top rack of the dishwasher but not the bottom, so the clean dishes have gotten all mixed up with the dirty ones - and now you want to have sex?

He calls you occasionally at the office to ask how you are. You doodle numbers and curlicues on the corners of Rolodex cards. Fiddle with your Phi Beta Kappa key. Stare out the window. You always, always, say: Fine.

At that time in my life I was never late. Only a year later would I suddenly have difficulty hanging on to any sense of time, leaving friends sitting, invariably, for a half hour here or there. Time would waft past me undetectably or absurdly - laughably when I could laugh - in quantities I was incapable of measuring or obeying. But that year, when I was twenty, I was as punctual as a priest. Were priests punctual? Cave-raised, divinely dazed, I believed them to be.

Philosophers are good at parties but not for cleaning up after.

Divorce, she could see, would be like marriage - a power grab, as in who would be the dog, and who would be the owner of the dog.