Quotes About Responsibility

Ma liberté s'arrête ou commence celle d'autrui. 

La justice est une affaire d'hommes

Man is nothing other than what he makes of himself.

I don't see it as my role to save or rescue anybody any more than regular people feel the need to rescue each other from sleeping and dreaming.

Wir haben nicht bloß unser Land, wir haben unsere Welt verloren - und damit die Möglichkeit, an die Unschlud jener Welt zu glauben, die wir geschaffen haben, einer Welt, der wir nicht entkommen können, für die wir nur Verantwortung übernehmen können und deren Wiederherstellung wir versuchen müssen.

I let it ring. I wanted to breathe for a few minutes, and I could think of nothing that couldn't wait. Besides, I had paid almost $50 for an answering machine. Let it earn its keep.

I was filled with dread at the thought my mind had skipped town and left me behind to pay the rent. --Dexter

It's always me, isn't it? I'm not really a very nice person, but for some reason it's always me that they come to with their problems.Oh, Dexter, a savage inhuman monster has taken my boyfriend! Well damn it, I'm a savage inhuman monster, too—didn't that entitle me to some rest?

Of course it was a terrible thing, and the world would be a much better place without someone in it who could do that, but did that mean we had to miss lunch?

It's always me, isn't it? I'm not really a very nice person, but for some reason it's always me that they come to with their problems.

So you're not going to die, are you? she [Astor] asked politely. Not yet, I said. Not until after you do your homework. She nodded, glanced toward the kitchen, and said, I hate math. Then she wandered away down the hall, presumably to hate math at closer range.

It had been my experience that fatherhood was mostly a matter of suffering the insufferable, tolerating the intolerable, and changing diapers.

Really, now: If you can't get me my newspaper on time, how can you expect me to refrain from killing people?

just before I started the serious work Father Donovan opened his eyes and looked at me. There was no fear now; that happens sometimes. He looked straight up at me and his mouth moved. What? I said. I moved my head a little closer. I can't hear you. I heard him breathe, a slow and peaceful breath, and then he said it again before his eyes closed. You're welcome, I said, and I went to work.

Certainly no one on-site asked for my opinion, but I have always felt there should be no leftovers. It's untidy, and it shows a lack of a real workmanlike spirit.

But children?" I said. "I could never do this to children.

Harry had molded him into a man who only killed the killers;

What the fuck, Dexter," Deborah said accusingly, as if it were my fault the two blood types were different. "I'm sorry," I said, not at all sure what I was apologizing for, but quite certain from her tone of voice that I should.

Normally I suppose I would have felt like kicking Chutsky for offering up Dexter's tender skin on the altar of unnecessary danger. But as it happened, I agreed—just this once. It was clear to me that someone with a little bit of common sense should tag along, and looking around our gathering, counting everyone, that left me. "That's right," I said. "Besides, we can always call in for backup if it gets sticky." Apparently

But from the way she was looking at me now, I began to think that perhaps that had been a mistake. Human relationships, especially the whole Being Married Thing, were foreign territory for me. It was clear I should have called to say I would be late—but could the consequences really be this calamitous? Was

But a large part of learning to be an adult is admitting to yourself that nothing is ever perfect. We all have to sacrifice small indulgences from time to time in order to achieve our larger goals, and I would just have to behave like a grown-up and accept that the results were more important than my petty personal gratification.

Rita got up and took the baby away down the hall to the changing table, trailing an aroma that was definitely not pork chop, and I put down my empty plate and settled back onto the couch with a sigh: Dexter Digesting. For

responsibility, had been shifted from the president's weakening shoulders. It was now up

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