Quotes About Obedience

I will take care of that, sir. I will take care of that, sir, Jonas mimicked in a cruel, sarcastic voice. I will do whatever you like, sir. I will kill people, sir. Old people? Small new born people? I'd be happy to kill them, sir. Thank you for your instructions, sir. How may I help y- He couldn't seem to stop.

She opened her mouth once to speak, closed it, then finally ripped out, "Why aren't you on your way home? I gave you an order, Lieutenant!" Stuben, anticipating a warmer reception, was momentarily nonplussed. "We took a vote," he said simply, as though it explained everything. Cordelia

That's nickering, not snickering. Miles grinned. He tapped Fat Ninny behind his left foreleg, and the horse obediently grunted down onto one knee. Miles clambered up readily to his conveniently lowered stirrup. Does mine do that? asked Dr. Dea, watching with fascination. Sorry, no. Dea glowered at his horse. This animal is an idiot. I shall lead it for a while. As

Bothari nearly choked at the suggestion. "I swear I'll knock you down and sit on you if you go near those suits," he snarled. "Insubordination, Sergeant," Miles hissed back.

Blind obedience was never what I wanted. Yet, you seem determined to keep us in the past, where every act, every response, is either black or white, when you know damned good and well our lives never existed on such a plane.

For a while, O King, the gods had sought to solve the riddles of Time, for a while They made him Their slave, and Time smiled and obeyed his masters, for a while, O King, for a while. He that hath spared nothing hath not spared the gods, nor yet shall he spare thee.

To spend your time thinking about what you can do to keep from disappointing him, or what might happen if you were to displease her, or how it might look if you did this, or how you might be rejected if you didn't do that, rather than simply thinking about how you can please God, is not only worry, but stupidity.

People who are sinful tend to be lazy because they focus not on their responsibilities but on their fears. That which they fear distracts and even incapacitates them from faithful obedience.

The covenant of works was contingent on the uncertain obedience of a changeable man, while the covenant of grace rests on the obedience of Christ as Mediator, which is absolute and certain.

Though the covenant of redemption is the eternal basis of the covenant of grace, and, as far as sinners are concerned, also its eternal prototype, it was for Christ a covenant of works rather than a covenant of grace. For Him the law of the original covenant applied, namely, that eternal life could only be obtained by meeting the demands of the law. As the last Adam Christ obtains eternal life for sinners in reward for faithful obedience, and not at all as an unmerited gift of grace.

We soldiers knew next to nothing about what was going on in the centres of power. We received so many orders and counter-orders that there were times when we did not obey any of them at all, knowing that they were likely to be countermanded almost immediately.

Do you know the strangest thing about being a soldier? It is that you are repeatedly ordered to commit suicide. and you obey.

If you want the law to leave you alone, keep your hair trimmed and your boots shined.

Because if you fidget or wriggle or squirm or sass me or get an answer wrong, I'll wiggle my ears— (Wiggles her ears: they vibrate dramatically. MYRON and BEBE duck under their desks) MYRON and BEBE: NO! MRS. GORF: --stick out my tongue and turn you into apples!

No one ever says 'No' to Charles Walker!

Okay, Jennifer," said the first man, "you may go now." Jenny got out of her seat. "Jenny," the bald man called. Jenny turned slowly around. "Yes?" she whispered. "Next time, don't come to school on a Saturday.

And the next time I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it without questioning my authority. If it's too much trouble for you to fill a canteen, I'll give you a shovel. You can dig the hole, and the Caveman can fill your canteen.

I'm satisfied," said the man with the bald head. "Okay, Jennifer," said the first man, "you may go now." Jenny got out of her seat. "Jenny," the bald man called. Jenny turned slowly around. "Yes?" she whispered. "Next time, don't come to school on a Saturday.

Once I was wicked enough to stop in a thrilling place, and say meekly, 'I'm afraid it tires you, ma'am. Shan't I stop now?' She caught up her knitting, which had dropped out of her hands, gave me a sharp look through her specs, and said, in her short way, 'Finish the chapter, and don't be impertinent, miss'.

She did have one other fear, though: missing the call of God.

God is your Creator, so have some creaturely respect.

As creatures, you and I are responsible to obey the Creator.

True Christians are made to be slaves.

When God is leading us to challenge another, let not fear hold us back. Let us not argue or press our point. Let us just say what God has told us to and leave it there. It is God's work, not ours, to cause the other to see it. It takes time to be willing to bend the proud stiff-necked I. When