Quotes About Responsibility

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

La culpa, no está en nuestras estrellas, sino en nosotros mismos, que consentimos en ser inferiores.

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.

Mark it, nuncle. Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest, Ride more than thou goest, Learn more than thou trowest, Set less than thou throwest, Leave thy drink and thy whore And keep in-a-door, And thou shalt have more Than two tens to a score.

Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true,   85 And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Farewell; my blessing season this in thee!

The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children.

It is excellent To have a giant's strength But it is tyrannous To use it like a giant

O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! - Cassio (Act II, Scene iii)

Alas, the frailty is to blame, not we For such as we are made of, such we be

Let every man be master of his time.

O, it is excellent To have a giant's strenght, but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.

Our bodies are our gardens to which our wills are gardeners.

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven.

It is far easier for me to teach twenty what were right to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.

For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonorable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

I would there were no age between sixteen and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting

Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.

The time is out of joint—O cursèd spite, That ever I was born to set it right!

There is Throats to be cut, and Works to be done.

Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.

The abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power.

Woe to that land that's govern'd by a child!

How stand I, then, That have a father killed, a mother stained, Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men That for a fantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain? O, from this time forth My thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth! He exits.