Quotes About Responsibility

Life will throw all kinds of things at you. Take them gracefully because all those things are a result of your own actions.

Look back at Life. Far more than what people did to influence your Life, it is your Actions, your Convictions, and your Thoughts that has got you where you are.

Everything you do is based on the choices you make. it's not your parents, your past relationship, your job, the economy, the weather, an argument or your age that is blame. you and you are responsible for every decision and choice you make.

Be the person you are. Never try to be another, and you will become mature. Maturity is accepting the responsibility of being oneself, whatsoever the cost. Risking all to be oneself, that's what maturity is all about.

We can only see a short distance ahead, but we can see plenty there that needs to be done.

You can choose to be happy or sad and whichever you choose that is what you get. No one is really responsible to make someone else happy, no matter what most people have been taught and accept as true.

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

I come to say that you may go, and I will help you..." 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.

But though he had saved them, he came too late. Too many lives had been lost to his pride. And so they gave him no gratitude, no gifts. Only their hatred for not having spared them sooner.

How did it happen?" There was a piece of me that shouted its alarm: if you speak he will turn gray and hate you. But I pushed past it. If he turned gray, then he did. I would not go on anymore weaving my cloths by day and unraveling them again at night, making nothing. I told him the whole tale of it, each jealousy and folly and all the lives that had been lost because of me.

She wants you to be a god,' I told him. 'I know.' His face twisted with embarrassment, and in spite of itself my heart lightened. It was such a boyish response. And so human. Parents, everywhere.

He is half of my soul, as the poets say. He will be dead soon, and his honor is all that will remain. It is his child, his dearest self. Should I reproach him for it? I have saved Briseis. I cannot save them all. I know, now, how I would answer Chiron. I would say: there is no answer. Whichever you choose, you are wrong.

Men will hear of your skill, and they will wish for you to fight their wars." He paused. "What will you answer?" "I do not know," Achilles said. "That is an answer for now. It will not be good enough later," Chiron said.

And the gods would do nothing. Think of all the prayers they would get.

Aber vielleicht können Eltern ihre Kinder nicht wirklich sehen. Wenn wir hinsehen, sehen wir nur das Spiegelbild unserer eigenen Fehler.

The generals take the credit, of course, and indeed they provide the gold. But they are always calling you into their tent and asking for reports of what you're doing instead of letting you go do it.

?ki çocu?u vard?. ?kisini de aç?kça görememi?ti. Ama belki de hiçbir anne baba evlad?n? gerçekten göremez. Bakt???m?zda sadece kendi hatalar?m?z?n bir yans?mas?n? görüyoruz.

All around me are men carrying fallen comrades, limping on makeshift crutches, or crawling through the sand, dragging broken limbs behind them. I know them—their torsos full of scars my ointments have packed and sealed. Their flash that my fingers have cleaned or iron and bronze and blood. Their faces that have joked, thanked, grimaced as I worked over them. Now these men are ruined again, pulpy with blood and split bone. Because of him. Because of me.

Come, I have fed you well. Will you tell me your names?" They looked up. Their eyes darted like ferrets to their leader. He rose, the bench scraping on the stone. "Tell us yours first." There was something in his voice. I almost said it then, the spell-word that would send them to sleep. But even after all the years that had passed, there was a piece of me that still only spoke what I was bid. "Circe," I answered.

Misericordia», era una; otra fue «sí», y también «por favor». Y también conocía la frase «¿Qué ordena?». El padre le había enseñado a ser una esclava.

Achille fa scattare la mano per agguantare la spada e tagliarsi la gola. È solo quando la solleva vuota che ricorda: ha dato la spada a me.

You are weak and blind, and it is worse because you choose it.

You have always been the worst of my children,' he said. 'Be sure to not dishonor me.' 'I have a better idea. I will do as I please, and when you count your children, leave me out.

Swear it. Why me? Because you're the reason.