Quotes About Responsibility

If you want to see a man come to his senses, try something like, Do you happen to carry a rubber in your wallet? Did I mention I'm not on the pill?

Things are so easy to do, so hard to undo.

Living long is a gift denied to many, and so it comes with a responsibility to make the most of it. At very least to appreciate it. People gripe about growing older—their aches and pains, how much harder everything is—as if they had forgotten that the alternative is dying young.

But when nobody punishes you, you have to do it yourself, and there's no release date on that. We're always harder on ourselves than any governing body could ever get away with being.

That's how most of the last fifty years of my life disappeared, even though I didn't know it before now. And believe me, that's all it takes. One little kiss and then you've thrown your lot in with someone, and your whole life has to be built around him. And all the parts of you that don't fit with him have to go into hiding, and all the ones that do have to come to the surface and act like they're the whole of you. The

life is just a series of our own choices catching up with us.

There's two things you can do with a kid like that. Way I see it. You can burst his bubble. Or you can wait and let life burst it. Let life do the dirty work for you. If you burst it he'll hate you forever. And he'll never really believe he couldn't have made it. He'll always think it's your fault for standing in his way. For not having more faith in him. Now, life. When life bursts your bubble, well. It's a little harder to argue with life.

I guess life is just a series of our own choices catching up with us.

Living long is a gift denied to many, and so it comes with a responsibility to make the most of it.

No. It's not your job to convince him. It's his job to believe it. This is his shortcoming, not yours. He needs to think well enough of himself to believe it. And that's always been a problem for him.

What a man eats, he should be willing to kill. It's not absolutely necessary that he do so, but he should at least be willing to face the reality of it. To eat a chicken only if it comes from the market is the height of cowardice and denial. Someone still had to kill it.

But you can't change the world on the honor system. Shoot, anybody knows that. Leave people on the honor system, they don't do it. As soon as you look away, they just don't. I mean, look what happened.

I suppose we're built with complete free will, and as much as we're capable of depravity, to the same degree we are wired for greatness. Everyone gets to choose, I think. And my challenge is to decide where I'll place the bulk of my attention. What I'll most believe in.

That's the lovely thing about having an animal. You might not want to get up for your own sake, but you will bring yourself to do it for them.

No good deed goes unpunished, she thought as she stepped into the outer office. Somehow it had fallen to her not only to teach the boy to read, but to heal his traumatic life. And all she had wanted was to buy a few cartons of unusually fresh eggs.

The things you have to do to handle them. The tagging and roping and throwing them down and castrating them. And then knowing you're sending them off to be slaughtered. I just suddenly didn't have the heart for it anymore.

Living long is a gift denied to many, and so it comes with a responsibility to make the most of it. At very least to appreciate it. People gripe about growing older—their aches and pains, how much harder everything is—as if they had forgotten that the alternative is dying young." She picked up her fork

But people do plenty of harm when they didn't mean any. It happens all the time.

No," he said. "Go." He snapped the last snap of Maya's onesie and lifted her by her underarms, setting her on her freshly dry butt in her crib. Then he took me by both shoulders. "I'll take tomorrow off work. I'll call it in as a family emergency. I'll put the baby's car seat in my car, and Maya and I will drive out to Bakersfield and pick up your mom.

Kids do stupid things. Even kids with good parents do stupid things. They're kids. No matter how you raise them, they're going to take a cruise through Stupid Land.

How would you feel if somebody blamed you for something your mother did?

It's like life has given you this huge challenge to make sure that what was running in your family stops with you and doesn't go on any more than it has.

Nothing is more dangerous than words. Words can kill your soul.

No. It's not your job to convince him. It's his job to believe it. This is his shortcoming, not yours. He needs to think well enough of himself to believe it. And that's always been a problem for him." Carol sat a moment with her mouth open before answering. "But…I can't do anything about that." "That's right," Nathan said. "You can't.