Quotes About Responsibility

Evidence of his mother, out there, elsewhere, so worried about somebody else's children though she'd left her own behind. The irony of it leached into his veins.

Of course Mirabelle would have a good life with Mark and Linda. There was no question about that. But would there be something—something—missing from her life if she were to grow up with them? Mr. Richardson was suddenly keenly conscious of Mirabelle, of the immense weight of the complicated world on this one tiny, vulnerable person.

When Pearl asked what his parents did all day, Moody had shrugged. "You know. They go to work." Work! When her mother said it, it reeked of drudgery: waiting tables, washing dishes, cleaning floors. But for the Richardsons, it seemed noble: they did important things.

I think if she'd been more careful this whole thing could've been avoided," he said stiffly. "I mean, use a condom. How hard is that? A buck at the drugstore and this whole thing would never have happened.

My mom says kids only need one parent. She says if my dad doesn't care enough to see me, it's his loss, not mine.

Quando Pearl gli chiese cosa facessero i genitori tutto il giorno, Moody si strinse nelle spalle. «Be', vanno a lavorare». A lavorare! Quando lo diceva sua madre suonava come una sfacchinata: servire ai tavoli, lavare i piatti, pulire i pavimenti. Dai Richardson quella parola aveva un che di nobile: facevano cose importanti.

She still powdered her nose after cooking and before eating; she still put on lipstick before coming downstairs to make breakfast. So they called it keeping house for a reason. Marilyn thought. Sometimes it did run away.

For as long as she could remember, Pearl had understood the hierarchy: her mother's real work was her art, and whatever paid the bills existed only to make that art possible.

She had been brought up to follow rules, to believe that the proper functioning of the world depended upon her compliance, and follow them—and believe—she did.

They settle on her with their dark wings then, nearly suffocating her: all of her many mistakes of motherhood.

remembered then that Lexie, thank god, had stayed over at Serena Wong's house last night. She wondered where Izzy had gotten to. She wondered where her sons were, and how she would find them to tell them what had happened.

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Vše zas a znova kon?ilo u jedné a téže otázky: Co d?lá n?koho matkou? Výhradn? biologie, nebo je to láska?)

What would she have done if she'd been in that situation? Mrs. Richardson would ask herself this question over and over, before Michael's call and for weeks—and months—after. Each time, faced with this impossible choice, she came to the same conclusion. I would never have let myself get into that situation, she told herself. I would have made better choices along the way.

If you buy an SUV, you're buying your safety at the expense of someone else's." ... If you're driving a Hyundai, which basically runs on air and tofu, and you get in an accident with an SUV, are you going to say, "Well, at least I have the courage of my convictions?" Hell, no. You're going to say: "Soon's I get outta this hospital bed and find my legs, I'm gonna get me a Suburban. Loaded.

You can't drink all day if you don't start in the morning.

Flying daggers don't kill people, Chloe thought, leaping sidewise at the last minute to avoid one, grabbing the pedestrian rail. People kill people.

I want to be more successful as a mother than I am in show business.

Türk ayd?n? yang?ndan kaçar gibi uzakla??yor memleketten.Hay?r kirletti?i bir odadan kaçar gibi.

Tarih çark? gittikçe daha h?zl? dönüyor. Çocuklar?m?z her ?eyi kendileri anlay?p ö?renmek, kendi ak?llar?yla yapmak, bizim i?lerimizi üstlenmek zorunda kalacaklar. Oysa dü?ünmek her zaman ac? veren a??r bir i?tir. Onun için onlar?n hayat? bizimkine göre daha zor olacakt?r...

Our lives are all that really belong to us, so it is how we use our lives that determines what kind of men we are

When we are really honest with ourselves we must admit our lives are all that really belong to us. So it is how we use our lives that determines the kind of men we are.

Exercise, Discipline, then Affection.

Rules, boundaries, and limitations