Quotes About Responsibility

Sure. You get all slutty with Rafe. You freak out. You cry date rape drug.' - Hayley

Don't give me that look," I told the cat. "You've caught one mouse since you've been here. And what do you get in return? Food, shelter, and a human servant to clean up your shit. You didn't even warn me when someone was at the door." "Because his sixth sense tells him I can be trusted." "Then his sixth sense is broken.

I wouldn't call Gabriel Walsh if I was on fire." She pursed her lips. "No, I might. To sue everyone responsible—from the person who lit the match to those who made my clothes. But I'd wait until the fire was out. Otherwise, he'd just stand there until I was burned enough for a sizable settlement.

But was it wrong to put yourself first? That's called survival, right? If you're running for your life, you don't get the luxury of being nice. They were going to learn that. It's fine to wave the pompoms for teamwork—all for one and one for all—but when push came to shove, these guys wouldn't be risking their lives for Chloe, maybe not even for each other. I was sure of it. Once things got worse, it would be every kid for himself. It always is.

If he knew one thing about life, it was this: look out for yourself. No one else would do it for you. If you were cheated or tricked, it was your own fault, and a lesson best learned before the world devoured you.

ethics were in most cases a burden that could be reasonably ignored in pursuit of necessity.

In the meantime, I'll get a job. I'll pay my own way." "A job?" "Mmm, yeah. It's that thing people do to make money.

This was a doctor. Sworn to heal, not to judge. But judge she did, in the twist of her lips and the chill of her tone.

She saw Derek and without so much as a hello, leaned to look behind him. Where's Simon? He's— Is he okay? Why isn't he here? She glared up at Derek. Where'd you leave him? Passed out in an alley. Derek frowned in thought. Not sure where, though ... He's kidding, I said as Tori sputtered. We need to get moving. Derek hooked a thumb as Tori while looking at me. She's your responsibility. Excuse me? Tori said. Derek didn't even glance her way. Make sure she keeps up. And shuts up.

When you accept a leadership role, you take on extra responsibility for your actions toward others. If you shun someone, the effect will trickle down through those who value your opinion.

I'd said to myself once that Gabriel preferred a life where he felt as little responsibility for others as possible. That was true. But even more true is the fact that he preferred a life where others felt no responsibility for him.

Yep, Gin and Brandi. Call me crazy, but naming your daughters after alcoholic beverages is just asking for trouble.

Still, I shouldered part of the blame, maybe because it gave me some sense of control in an uncontrollable situation.

And they certainly wouldn't take you along to a murder. That would be irresponsible parenting.

If I'd known how many brownie points this daddy stuff could win me, I'd have talked you into kids years ago. Would have saved me a lot of trouble." "It would have." "Problem is, they're going to grow up." He paused. "We may need to have more." "We may.

One life per year. It seemed so moderate a price... until you looked back and realized you could fill a movie theater with your victims.

You look beautiful," he said. "You're parentally obligated to say that." "True.

When I could finally speak, I twisted to face Daniel and said, "It's my fault Rafe's dead." "No, it isn't," he said fiercely. "I'm the one who knocked out the pilot.

I'll carry him. We can't leave drag marks or anything, and we'll need to bury him right away, so no dogs find him. Bury who? said a voice beside me. I jumped so high, my heart rammed into my throat. Chloe? Derek said again. It's L-Liam. His ghost. Liam stopped. Ghost? He looked at me, then at his body, on the ground. He swore.

When I got downstairs the next morning, Daniel was already up, sitting with Dad, looking over his shoulder as he monitored the fires. "So what's the latest word from the flaming frontier?" I asked as I poured myself an orange juice. "It's not flaming enough to cancel school," Dad said. "Damn.

We don't have time to argue," Daniel said. "I'll be fine--" "But we won't," Sam said. "We need you to get us out of here. It has to be someone else." "And you're volunteering, right?" Corey said. Sam opened her mouth, but nothing came out. "Thought so." Corey turned to us. "I'll go. Play the hero for a change." A forced smile. "I hear chicks really go for that kind of thing.

Under normal circumstances, I'd run there, and try to make it back by the end of lunch period but--" "Not when we might have a man-killing cat roaming around. Come on. I'll drive you." He started toward the lot. I jogged up beside him. "You don't have to do that. Go eat your lunch." "I've got some energy bars in the glove box." I jostled him. "What, you don't trust me to drive your baby?

Whatever it is, it has nothing to do with you. Not your mom leaving. Not your dad being angry. She made choices she couldn't deal with, so she dumped them on him. He couldn't deal with them, so he dumped them on you. They aren't your problems. But you're handling them just fine." "Thanks." His lips curved in a faint smile. It wasn't enough. I wanted to make him really smile. Make him happy.

I like Daniel. He takes care of you." I blinked. "Oh my God. Did you really just say that? He takes care of me?" Dad flushed. "I didn't mean it like--" "Takes care of me? Did I go to sleep and wake up in the nineteenth century?