Quotes About Responsibility

All this is to say that it's not your fault that you're fucked up. It's your fault if you stay fucked up, but the foundation of your fuckedupedness is something that's been passed down through generations of your family, like a coat of arms or a killer cornbread recipe, or in my case, equating confrontation with heart failure.

I'm a big sister, which means I'm naturally bossy.

You are a victim of the rules you live by.     ââ'¬â€Jenny Holzer; artist, thinker, blurter of brilliance

You are a victim of the rules you live by. —Jenny Holzer; artist, thinker, blurter

You are a victim of the rules you live by.     ââ'¬â€Jenny Holzer; artist

You are a victim of the rules you live by.     ââ'¬â€Jenny Holzer; artist, thinker, blurter of brilliance Many

invest your money wisely, exercise your body and your mind, practice safe sex, don't smoke cigarettes or get drunk in public and bad-mouth your neighbors—act as if you've got a long, happy life on Earth ahead of you.

If you're always late, start being early.

Kinder, Kirche, Küche: children, church, kitchen; this

Loomis was not any easier a father than he was a husband. He set the bar very high when it came to his three sons. After he cashed out of Bonbright, he awarded each of the three boys a substantial share of their inheritance - roughly $1 million - on the theory that it was never too early to begin charting one's own course. The youngest, Henry, was only fourteen when he was given complete financial independence.

his deeply ingrained belief that the rich should repay their debt to society. Throughout his life, Alfred Loomis would feel that moneymaking alone was not a satisfactory existence.

Hello?" my mother answers, sounding happy and normal and far removed from all that is falling apart around me. "He's dying," I say. "Soon. He's sick and shitting himself, and your daughters are the only people he can count on.

Relationships are two people; everyone is accountable. A lot goes into a relationship coming together, and a lot goes into a relationship falling apart. Even if it's 98 percent the other person's fault, it's 2 percent yours.... You can only clean up your side of the street.

Parenting is one of the hardest jobs on earth.

Of course, the ideal scenario for parenting is obviously two parents of a mature age.

Kim sat up. "You all sound like you don't take this seriously, like you don't want me to get Brian free. Brian's mother is barely holding it together. You and Sean had to do the comforting sandwich with her, remember?

No one had explained to Cameron when he was twenty years old and proud as hell that he'd managed to get his wife with child, how difficult it would be to raise a son. Nannies and tutors and schools were supposed to do that, weren't they? But sons needed so much more than food, clothing, and tutoring. They expected fathers to know things, to teach them about life, to be there when needed.

He'd done everything in his power to make damn certain that Daniel never had to fear coming home. At that endeavor, Cameron knew he'd already surpassed his own father.

Todo importa. Lo que uno hace afecta a los demás, aunque no te des cuenta hasta mucho después

Daniel Mackenzie came behind her, towering over Katie and Beth, the lanky young man the most nervous of the three. "Should you be here?" Daniel hissed. "My dad would tan my hide if he knew I let you come near a game girl, and God knows what Uncle Ian will do.

A husband is exactly what you need," Mac growled. "It will keep you and my wife from running about in illegal casinos." "Mac." Ian's voice was quiet. "I'll talk to Beth alone." Mac ran his hands through his russet hair. "Sorry," he said to Beth. "I'm a little on edge. Marry him, do. We need at least one sensible person in this family.

Mrs. Ackerley," Mather said stiffly. "Have a care for your reputation. People might put it about that you're his mistress." By people, Mather likely meant himself. Before Beth could answer, Ian said quietly, "Beth is my wife.

I will write as often as I can, but truth be told, I don't have many moments to myself. The queen is in a very bad way and needs everyone who can be at her side. But whenever I undo my buttons to ready myself for bed, I think of you. I imagine your fingers unfastening my gown, opening me like a Christmas parcel for your pleasure. I tingle even now as I think of it, and so I will close before I quite combust and burn the paper.

There are no right and wrong choices," Tain said trying to keep his voice gentle. "There is only what we do with the choices we make.