Quotes About Responsibility

we lied half as much as grown-ups do, we'd be in time-out forever.

Kaarlo, that gold rush is for fools with no sense, can't you see that we're barely making ends meet, isn't it enough that there's a new baby to feed you might as well just shoot your poor mother it'll be the same thug as letting her lose a son to some foolishness." "Do you think Pappa will send Grandmother away? I wish per to Wilbert. Nah, he whispers back, she's stuck here like a cow in the tidelands.

I couldn't be happier about being a part of 'Hunger Games' and to play Katniss. I have a huge responsibility to the fans of this incredible book and I don't take it lightly. I will give everything I have to these movies and to this role to make it worthy of Suzanne Collins' masterpiece.

It is notable that both people specifically scapegoated as the first to fall ill were black men.

Every time you talk to a child you are adding a brick to define the relationship that is being built between the two of you. And each message says something to the child about what you think of him. He gradually builds up a picture of how you perceive him as a person. Talk can be constructive to the child and to the relationship or it can be destructive.

He left you the fortune, Avery, and all he left us is you.

Nothing is certain but death and taxes.

I don't believe in destiny or fate—I believe in choice. Love wasn't just a choice—it was dozens, hundreds, thousands of choices. Every day was a choice.

You're my escort?" Devon shrugged. "The Big Guy tells you to do something, you do it, even if it means babysitting a bratty little human girl who calls playing with glue an art." I reached over and smacked him.

Luckily for me, I didn't know precisely what it was that I'd done to merit a visit from our pack's leader. There were any number of possibilities, none of which I wanted to openly admit on the off chance that there was something I'd done that he hadn't found out yet.

In the end," Callum said, his voice soft, gentle, "it all comes back to you. You protect them [your pack], you love them, you live for them, and someday, you die. That's what it means, Bryn-girl, to be what we are [to be Alpha]. It's lonely. It's impossible. It's all-consuming." It is what it is.

Someone told me once that fortunes like this one–at a certain point, it's not about the money, because you couldn't spend billions if you tried It's about the power." I looked down. "And I just don't think anyone should have power like that, certainly not me.

There were people out there who might live or die because of me, futures good or bad might be realized because of my choices. What right did I even have to be the one making them?

But for the record, little sis, you're a minor, and I'm still your legal guardian. The next time someone tries to shoot you, I damn well want to know.

You do what you can," he said, after seconds of silence had stretched to a minute, "to make sure your kids are safe. From the second they're born..." He stared at the lines of Nightshade's face, the ordinariness of it. "You want to protect them. From every skinned knee, from hurt feelings and punk kids who push smaller ones into the dirt, form the worst parts of yourself and the worst parts of this world.

Adam's blue eyes flicked briefly over to mine as he directed me to turn onto a major street. Once he was satisfied that I could, in fact, turn without causing my car—or any car in the near vicinity—to explode, he allowed himself to actually converse. "You don't trust people?" "Not to hit my car, or not to screw up my life?" "Either." That seemed like more of an answer than a question, so I didn't reply.

Emilia stared at me for three or four more seconds, then gave up on pumping me for information. "We should go," she decided with the force of a monarch declaring law. "I have Latin first period. The Aeneid waits for no man.

What do you want me to do, Adam?" my sister asked finally, her voice soft enough now that I had to strain to hear. "Things were bad in Montana. I'm not sending her back, and I am not shipping her off to some boarding school. And don't give me that look—you were the one who told me to bring her here three years ago!

Your son," I said, "impregnated an underage girl, then got physical with her when she had the audacity to be devastated at the realization that he'd just been using her to get close enough to make a move against Tobias Hawthorne.

I'm not your penance, Grayson Hawthorne.

When did I become the enemy here? I have only ever done what the old man wanted me to do." She spoke like those words were being physically torn out of her. "Do you have any idea what that's cost me?

You owe me a favor. - Emilia

Sawyer? I think I can feel my shoulder." "Can you feel your hands?" "No." "What about your legs?" "No." "Can you move?" "Let me check . . . Also no." "Then what good could it possibly do us that you now have feeling in your shoulder?" "I don't know, Sawyer. But I think I hear someone coming, and you're the one in charge of coming up with plans.

Are you sure that's how we ended up at the bottom of this hole, Sawyer?" "Trust me. You were unconscious, but I held on just long enough to see the person responsible." "Maybe it was an accident?" "How do you accidentally drug someone, Sadie-Grace?" "Accidentally . . . on purpose?