Quotes About Responsibility

Dad tries to shield us from what goes on in the world, but he can't. Knowing that, he also tries to teach us to shield ourselves.

I don't trust it. Freedom is dangerous, Cory, but it's precious, too. You can't just throw it away or let it slip away. You can't sell it for bread and pottage.

I wonder what you have to do to become a cop. I wonder what a badge is, other than a license to steal.

Nehemiah, chapter four, Verse 14: "And I looked and rose up and said unto the nobles, and to the rulers, and to the rest of the people, be not afraid of them: remember the Lord which is great and terrible, and fight for your brethren, your sons, and your daughters, your wives and your houses." Interesting. Interesting that Dad had that verse ready, and that Cory recognized it. Maybe they've had this conversation before.

I hope people who read Parable of the Sower will think about where we seem to be heading--we the United States, even we the human species. Where are we going? What sort of future are we creating? Is it the kind of future you want to live in? If it isn't, what can we do to create a better future?

Nothing is going to save us. If we don't save ourselves, we're dead.

What are guards but villagers doing a tiresome, temporary duty?

But God exists to be shaped. It isn't enough for us to just survive, limping along, playing business as usual while things get worse and worse. If that's the shape we give to God, then someday we must become too weak—too poor, too hungry, too sick—to defend ourselves. Then we'll be wiped out. There has to be more that we can do, a better destiny that we can shape.

The fans can be made to work on kid power. He's hooked them up to an old bicycle frame, and every Moss kid who's old enough to manage the pedals sooner or later gets drafted into powering the fans. The Moss kids hate it, but they know what they'll get if they don't do it.

Politicians, on the other hand, are short-term thinkers, opportunists, sometimes with consciences, but opportunists nevertheless.

You want to be what you are. That's healthy and right for you. What we do about it is our decision, our responsibility. Not yours.

If I was to live, if others were to live, he must live. I didn't dare test the paradox.

even people who loved me could demand more of me than I could give-and expect their demands to be met simply because I owed them.

I wonder what a badge is, other than a license to steal. What did it used to be to make people Bankole's age want to trust it. I know what the old books say, but still, I wonder.

Y qué debería estar haciendo yo? ¿Qué puedo hacer? En menos de un año voy a tener dieciocho y seré adulta, una adulta sin más expectativas que la vida en nuestro barrio que se está desintegrando.

For my people, I respect the gods. I speak as the voice of a god. For myself... in my years, I have seen that people must be their own gods and make their own good fortune.

Once you grow past Mommy and Daddy coming running when you're hurt, you're really on your own. You're alone, and there's no one to help you

It isn't enough for us to just survive, limping along, playing business as usual while things get worse and worse. If that's the shape we give to God, then someday we must become too weak—too poor, too hungry, too sick—to defend ourselves. Then we'll be wiped out.

are, too, don't forget. People who poison each other, then disclaim all responsibility.

I like them, and … they're all I have left. But I need more time to decide. It's no small thing to commit yourself to other people.

Serious misbehavior is harder to get away with, harder even to begin when everyone who sees you knows who you are, where you live, who your family is, and whether you have any business doing what you're doing.

They say we have no business wasting time or money in space when there are so many people suffering here on Earth, here in America.

God isn't good or evil, doesn't favor you or hate you, and yet God is better partnered than fought." "Your God doesn't care about you at all," Travis said. "All the more reason to care about myself and others. All the more reason to create Earthseed communities and shape God together. 'God is Trickster, Teacher, Chaos, Clay.' We decide which aspect we embrace—and how to deal with the others.

Her main thoughts were still of the loathsome thing she had been tricked into doing—the consumption of animal milk.