Quotes About Responsibility

and you know my alarm goes off at six thirty yet you couldn't even wait for half an hour because you're too fucking selfish. So yes, thanks a lot, Nathan. I've had four hours' sleep and now I have to get our kids up and get them ready for school and

The knot in Kim's stomach hardens and she turns to Megs and she says, 'What the fuck is the matter with you? Huh? I mean, what the fuck is the fucking matter with you? Our kids have been missing for three days. Three days! And all you can do is moan and tut and sigh and act like this is all some kind of massive inconvenience. Well, I'm so sorry to drag you out of the pub, out of your back garden, so sorry to keep you from getting on with your day.

She has a ten-year-old son and a face like a sincere apology for something that really isn't her fault.

In some ways, yes,' she replies. 'When you are a parent, not being able to feed your child is just about the worst, most soul-destroying thing imaginable. And now I can feed you. I can clothe you. I can give you warm beds to sleep in—' 'But they're not our beds.

being a grown-up is not about getting married, about smart flats and reading groups; it's about taking responsibility for your own actions and the consequences of those actions.

I know I keep coming here and telling you that I'm growing up, but before I used to think that being grown up meant doing grown-up things. Now I know that's not true, that being a grown-up is not about getting married, about smart flats and reading groups; it's about taking responsibility for your own actions and the consequences of those actions.

Damn it. I don't know how to be a husband, or father. But since your standards in both areas seem to be relatively low, I may have half a chance at pleasing you.

Rohan, one of us is an unmarried man with superior mathematical abilities and no prospects for the evening. The other is a confirmed lecher in an amorous mood, with a willing and nubile young wife waiting at home. Who do you think should do the damned account books?" And, with a nonchalant wave, St. Vincent had left the office.

I'm coming to believe that there are two kinds of people... those who choose to be masters of their own fate and those who wait in chairs while other dance. I would rather be one of the former than the latter.

A man is not entitled to be called a father merely because he once had a well-timed spasm of the loins.

A sixty - eight, he wants you to go down on him but he won't return the favor. It would be sixty-nine but he owes you one.

Make your choice and accept the consequences.

Without a doubt... the worst part of being a single woman was having to take care of your own car.

I still don't get why I have to eat breakfast if you don't," Josie muttered. "Because you have to be a certain age to earn the right to ruin your own life.

Babies were dangerous . . . they made you fall in love before you knew what was happening.

Be careful dear that you don't end up as the queen of a lonely kingdom

West stood and strode to the door. "Is this what it's like to have a family?" he asked irritably. "Endless arguing, and talking about feelings from dawn to dusk? When the devil can I do as I please and not have to account to a half-dozen people for it?" "When you live alone on an island with a single palm tree and a coconut," Kathleen snapped. "And even then, I'm sure you would find the coconut far too demanding.

Pandora, you promised to abide by the rules." "I do," Pandora protested, looking chagrined. "I follow all the rules that I can remember.

Rather than argue, Amanda smiled at him. "And then what will you do while your son or daughter is in charge of your store and your companies?" "I'll spend my days and nights pleasing you," he said. "It's a challenging occupation, after all." He laughed and dodged as she went to swat his attractive backside.

You're going to shoot the messenger?" "Yeah, Dad, if the messenger can't learn to keep his interfering ass out of my business.

You know, Ella, you're not the first woman who's ever been in this shower with me--" "I'm shocked." I leaned back against him as he soaped my back. "--but you're for damn sure the first one who's ever worried about wasting water." "How much, would you say?" "Ten gallons per minute, give or take." "Oh my God. Hurry. We can't stay in here long. We'll throw the entire ecological system out of balance.

The feeling of relinquishing responsibility to someone else, letting him take control, was a relief beyond words.

Dane was shaking his head firmly. "Don't bring it here, Ella. No babies." I gave him a dark look. "What if it were a baby polar bear or a baby Galapagos penguin? I bet you'd want it then." "I'd make an exception for endangered species," he allowed. "This baby is endangered. It's with my mother.

Sin is never free, there's either an up-front cost or an invoice to pay later.