Quotes About Responsibility

Then one night I woke at three A.M. certain he was rotting like a chicken carcass. Only as I lowered him into the sink did I realize this was a crazy time to wash a baby and I began to cry because he was so trusting—I could do anything and he would go along with it, the little fool.

Oh, the future. I see." A shadow fell over the doctor's face. "You're wondering if your son will get cancer? Or be hit by a car? Or be bipolar? Or have autism? Or drug problems? I don't know, I'm not a psychic. Welcome to parenthood.

I didn't bathe him because I was too afraid he would slip out of my hands or his belly button would open. Then one night I woke at three A.M. certain he was rotting like a chicken carcass. Only as I lowered him into the sink did I realize this was a crazy time to wash a baby and I began to cry because he was so trusting—I could do anything and he would go along with it, the little fool.

A real mother throws her heart over the fence and then climbs after it.

I explained about how we were in Rick's hands and also how he had washed his hands.

M? întreb, bun?oar?, dac? nu cumva în ziua când am început s? iubesc nu s-a întâmplat ceva lâng? mine, ceva pe care eu nu l-am v?zut sau pe care nu l-am înÈ›eles È™i prin ignorarea c?ruia m-am abandonat, f?r? luciditate, cu totul iresponsabil, întâmpl?rilor. Te trezesti c? ai devenit ceva, aproape f?r? s?-È›i mai aminteÈ™ti începuturile acestei transform?ri.

V? e team? de consecin?ele grave ale actelor dumneavoastr? ?i atunci inventa?i o moral? sau o filosofie prin care v? pute?i dispensa de ele.

When a man remains over after death, His deeds are set beside him as treasure, And being yonder lasts forever. A fool is who does what they reprove!

If you leave the schoolhouse when midday is called and go roaming in the streets, all will scold you in the end. When an official sends you with a message, Tell it as he told it, Don't omit, don't add to it. He who neglects to praise, his name will not endure ; he who is skilled in all his conduct, from him nothing is hidden, he is not 'opposed anywhere.

I did not seize a man's daughter, nor did I seize his field STELA OF THE TREASURER ITI OF IMYOTRU

Though the face of the steersman is forward, the boat drifts as it pleases. Though the king is in the palace, though the rudder is in your hand, wrong is done around you. Long is my plea, heavy my task, "What is the matter with him ?" people ask. Be a shelter, make safe your shore, See how your quay is infested with crocodiles! Straighten your tongue, let it not stray, A serpent is this limb of man. Don't tell lies, warn the magistrates, Greasy baskets are the judges.

He who poured water on the ground seizes the mighty in misery.

Rob not, act against the robber, Not great is one who is great in greed.

If you avert your face from violence, who then shall punish wrong doing ?

You are like a town without a mayor, Like a troop without a leader, Like a ship without a captain, A company without a chief. You are a sheriff who steals, A mayor who pockets, A district prosecutor of crime Who is the model for the (evil)-doer!

None light of heart is weighty in conduct.

Let the eyes see, let the heart take notice. Be not harsh in your power, lest trouble befall you. Pass over a matter, it becomes two. He who eats tastes; one addressed answers. It is the sleeper who sees the dream; and a judge who deserves punishment is a model for the (evil) doer.

He who is silent toward violence diminishes the offerings.

A goodly office is kingship, It has no son, no brother to maintain its memorial. But one man provides for the other; A man acts for him who was before him, So that what he has done is preserved by his successor.

I have washed my soiled linen.

We are wasting time, pleads Greta, by passing this burden, this sack of stones, from one to the next, by pushing our pain away. We mustn't do this. We mustn't play Hot Potato with our pain. Let's absorb it ourselves, each of us, she says. Let's inhale it, let's digest it, let's process it into fuel.

?ovjek od sebe stvori ?ovjeka, a da ne bude tu?a spužva.

My old ma used to say: Do what's to hand and the Lord will look after the rest.

You read her diary! That's wrong, Ma!" Ma closes the incinerator door and raises her palms in the air like she's praying. "I have to find out what's going on in her head, don't I? It's my duty to keep her safe." "You'll make her dangerous instead," Starry answers.