Quotes About Responsibility

A happy man is too occupied with his life. He thinks he is beholden to no one. But make him shiver, kill his wife, cripple his child, then you will hear from him. He will starve his family for a month to buy you a pure-white yearling calf. If he can afford it, he will buy you a hundred.

As it turned out, I did kill pigs that night after all.

I come to say that you may go, and I will help you. But there must be conditions." Did he know how much those words cost me? I do not think he could. It is youth's gift not to feel its debts.

You will pardon me if I do not rejoice at being one in a long line of villains.

For sixteen years, I had been holding up the sky, and he had not noticed. I should have forced him to go with me to pick those plants that saved his life. I should have made him to stand over the stove while I spoke the words of power. He should understand all I had carried in silence, all that I had done for his safekeeping.

Did he know how much those words cost me? I do not think he could. It is youth's gift not to feel its debts.

Gods pretend to be parents, but they are children, clapping their hands and shouting for more.

As it turns out, I did kill pigs that night after all

The question stung. If I had been a proper daughter, he would not have had to ask. I would have been perfect and gleaming with beauty poured straight from my father's source.

It is youth's gift not to feel its debts

This, out of all of it, was perhaps the strangest: that he was their commander now. He would be expected to know them all, their names and armor and stories. He no longer belongs to me alone.

Every prince needs to know his lands, and there's no better way to learn than by grazing the goats.

Mr. Wollop had no quarrel with young men who had formulas for dodging responsibility, as long as they did their work in the shop. What he was conscious of was a certain puzzled contempt for anyone whose selfishness was so weak and shaky that it required a pious formula! Mr. Wollop needed no formula, pious or otherwise.

Navy: Please divert your course 15 degrees to the North to avoid a collision. Civilian: Recommend you divert your course 15 degrees to South to avoid a collision. Navy: This is the Captain of a US Navy ship. I say again, divert your course. Civilian: No, I say again, divert your course. Navy: This is the aircraft carrier Enterprise. We are a large warship of the US Navy. Divert your course now!! Civilian: This is a lighthouse. Your call." Canadian naval radio conversation38

A name is a promissory note that it cannot itself keep.

Only a woman of pride, complexity and emotional tension is genuinely worth the act of love, and there are only two ways to get yourself one of them. Either you lie, and stain the relationship with your own sense of guile, or you accept the involvement, the emotional responsibility, the permanence she must by nature crave.

The early bird who gets the worm works for somebody who comes in late and owns the worm farm.

Somebody has to be tireless, or the fast-buck operators would asphalt the entire coast, fill every bay, and slay every living thing incapable of carrying a wallet.

It is a practical world, Mr. Owen, and we have to do practical things.

There are too many of them in the world lately, the hopeful ladies who married grown-up boy children and soon lost all hope....They are not ardent libbers, yet at the same time they are not looking for some man to take care. God knows they are experts at taking care of themselves. They just want a grown-up man to share their life with, each of them taking care. But there are one hell of a lot more grown-up ladies than grown-up men.

Keep your head down, fella. Do your job. Sell the product, write the contracts, negotiate the loans, attend the closings, bank your share and fatten the Keogh accordingly.

The ones that swear off, most of them they go back onto it sooner or later, get pig drunk and locked up." "Something special you've got against drunks, Sheriff?" "Married to one for a long time. Too long. She finally drove into a tree one night.

Somebody has to be tireless, or the fast-buck operators would asphalt the entire coast, fill every bay, and slay every living thing incapable of carrying a wallet." These

She trudged along, dutiful as a naughty child.