Quotes About Responsibility

if a person is willing to listen to gossip they are also willing to spread it.

God created us with emotions, and anger is one of them. Feeling the emotion of anger is not the problem. The problem is when we let our anger trigger actions that result in wrongdoing.

My words, sometimes even my lack of words, have caused me much pain over the years. It hasn't always been that I have gossiped or lied. Sometimes I just talk too much. Or I repeated the words of others, which I should not have. Other times I have tried to say the right thing, but it came out the wrong way. Or I have said the right thing but in the presence of the wrong people or at the wrong time. There was just no shortage to the ways I could misuse my mouth.

Feeding the family trumps conviction every time, Mary though, a basic law of the human condition.

He did not smile. 'We are the keepers of the world's greatest treasures. Does that mean nothing to you?' My children are my greatest treasures,' she said. 'Stone no matter how old, means nothing to me when compared to their welfare.

Was there some fault in English fathers and mothers of the rich and famous?

Shoes really did lead the perfect life. They were polished and taken care of and not expected to do anything more painful than occasionally step in a bit of mud or a rare puddle. She'd wager her shoes never wished they could just disappear.

You don't have to say a thing except yes. You don't have to do anything, either, I'm quite willing to plan it all. You? Yes me. You'd plan all of it? Even the wedding? Why not? You don't even like to plan your own breakfast. He grinned. You mean more to me tban bacon. More than [i]bacon?[/i] I'm honored. You should be, my foolish pea brain.

But that's what happens when you allow a nice person to write a news paper serial for you; now the world thinks you're nice, too, which is silly in the extreme. Sadly, it's a burden that you must bear.

Ye'll wish a bath this evening, and while I don't mind servin' as yer cook, I'm not washin' yer back. I won't ask if of you, I promise.

Such power, and carried with such careless grace. How that must burden him.

It is a foolish man who apologizes without reason.

parenting and caretaking were so much harder than she'd thought they would be. No one had explained to her that she'd be constantly worried, her imagination churning out worst-case scenarios with devastating details as if she'd suddenly become Stephen King's muse.

My father sent him out to civilize the lost sons he'd neglected, but damn me if all I've seen him do is marry us off." "Oh dear, how dreadful!

Billie Jo's father brought in a pail of kerosene put it next to the stove, Billie Jo's ma thought it was water so she used it and ending up catching the pail on fire ma went to get pa and Billie Jo thought she was doing a good thing by getting rid of the pail that was on fire not knowing her mom was coming back into the house and caught her mom on fire and Billie Jo put out the flames on her mom with her hands.

Whether we forget something we are not proud of, or embellish it, or blame somebody else, we want to save face by not owning up to shortcomings.

Others are responsible for the trouble I am in—so I am entitled to repair. And what kind of repair would it be, if I made all the effort! Naturally, only a person who has lost constructive interest in his life can argue that way. It is no longer up to him to do something about his life; it is up to "them," or to fate.

It was always her failure for not being able to talk to us, never ours for not being able to understand her.

The men responsible were charged with grand theft. Their original defense, that dolphins are persons (humans in dolphin suits, one defendant said), was quickly thrown out by the judge. I'm unclear on the definition of person the courts have been using. Something that sieves out dolphins but lets corporations slide on through.

Because any misbehavior in a younger child was always the fault of the older. That was how a family worked.

There seemed no end to the insane things fathers did to their families.

It's true that, as my brother grew larger, he also grew dangerous, same as my sister. But they're still ours and we want them back. They're needed here at home.

Is there a character in all of fiction more isolated than the little red hen?

the world runs on the fuel of an endless, fathomless animal misery.