Quotes About Responsibility

Monsieur Mayor," said the bishop, "that is just it. I am not in the world to care for my life, but for souls.

My friends, remember this: there is no such thing as a weed and no such thing as a bad man. There are only bad cultivators.

To feed the people is a fine goal, massacring them is the wrong way to go about it.

Teach the ignorant as much as you can; society is guilty in not providing universal free education, and it must answer for the night it produces. If the soul is left in darkness, sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but the one who causes the darkness.

Te diré su nombre y el mío: él se llama Crimen y yo Castigo

But she wasn't an I. She was a we. Her two beautiful children were counting on her, even if Loreda didn't know it yet.

The sound of his voice reminds me that I am a mother and mothers don't have the luxury of falling apart in front of their children, even when they are afraid, even when their children are adults.

You blame yourself when they are the ones to blame." Rose gave her a steady, reassuring look. "Remember, cara, hard times don't last. Land and family do.

Leni was afraid to stay and afraid to leave. It was strange—stupid, even—but she often felt like the only adult in her family, as if she were the ballast that kept the creaky Allbright boat on an even keel.

When you're a mom, you learn about fear. You're always afraid. Always. About everything from cupboard doors to kidnappers to weather. There is nothing that can't hurt our kids, I swear." She turned. "The irony is they need us to be strong.

I stand up feeling my new role. I am a motherless daughter now, a sisterless woman. There is no one left of the family I was born into; there is only the family I have made. My mother is in all of us, though especially in me, and the dreams of my father to, so it is my job to be all of us now.

We women make choices for others, not for ourselves, and when we are mothers, we . . . bear what we must for our children. You will protect them. It will hurt you; it will hurt them. Your job is to hide that your heart is breaking and do what they need you to do.

A dad... he teaches responsibility and accountability, but a mom... ah, a mom teaches her child to dream, to reach for the stars and to believe in fairy tales.

Sometimes you simply made the wrong choice and you had to live with it. You could only change the future. She

I'm here, Mom," Julien says quietly, taking my suitcase, lifting it easily over the obstruction. The sound of his voice reminds me that I am a mother and mothers don't have the luxury of falling apart in front of their children, even when they are afraid, even when their children are adults.

Don't you dare say that to me, not this time. Nobody's strong enough to be a parent. We just do it, blindly, going forward on faith and love and hope. That's all it is, Angel. Being afraid, being afraid in the marrow of your bones, and going on.

I see one-third of a nation ill-housed, ill-clad, ill-nourished.… The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide enough for those who have too little. —FRANKLIN D. ROOSEVELT

Love is a gift from God—what we do with it is up to us.

Hey, Meg," she said without preamble. I need you to write a letter of recommendation for me. I'm applying for grad school." Meghann screamed into the phone. "Oh, my God ! I'm so proud of you. I'm hanging up now; I have to draft a letter that makes my best friend sound like da Vinci in a bra and panties.

know how much it hurts right now, Elsa. You can't unlove someone even if you want to, even if he breaks your heart. I understand not wanting to wake up. Lord, with this life of ours, who could blame you. But your daughter needs you, especially now. She is as foolish as her father. Ant worries me

More and more, though, those memories felt manufactured, false. She couldn't remember the last time her mother laughed about anything. All Mom did was work. Work, work, work. As if that would save them.

Leni got to her feet, stared at him. I didn't mean to do that. The same words she'd heard spoken by her dad.

Vianne didn't hesitate. She knew now that no one could be neutral—not anymore—and as afraid as she was of risking Sophie's life, she was suddenly more afraid of letting her daughter grow up in a world where good people did nothing to stop evil, where a good woman could turn her back on a friend in need.

Madelaine: I guess it's up to you to carve the turkey. Angel: Come on, bro, show me how to carve up this bird. Francis: Start at the breast, Angel. God knows, you should know how to do that.