Quotes About Promise

You know very well that it will never be I who will leave you. It is not the tree that forsakes the flower, but the flower that forsakes the tree.

Go, said the count deliberately, go, dear friend, but promise me, if you meet with any obstacle to remember that I have some power in this world; that I am happy to use that power in the behalf of those I love; and that I love you, Morrel. I will remember it, said the young man, as selfish children recollect their parents when they want their aid. When I need your assistance, and the moment may come, I will come to you, count.

Very well,' said Dantès. 'Then I, too, shall remain.' And, standing up and solemnly extending his hand above the old man's head: 'I swear by the blood of Christ that I shall not leave you until your death.

Sir, you are punctual, and I cannot complain that you have broken your promise; but oh, how the time has dragged, and how long it has seemed before the clock struck six!

Oui, ma fille, dit Monte Cristo ; tu sais bien que ce n'est jamais moi qui te quitterai. Ce n'est point l'arbre qui quitte la fleur, c'est la fleur qui quitte l'arbre.

we said we would be to each other as two voices, who shadows.

with you, he would have wasted a life that had become useless to him and would have been unable to accustom himself to your grief. The frustration would have filled him with hatred. Now he will become great and strong by struggling against adversities that he will change into good fortune. Let him rebuild the future for both of you, Madame. I can promise that he is in good hands.

You will live for me, as I will live for you.

Nos, Margit, esküdjék meg, hogy ha meghalok önért - mint ahogy valami szomorú elÅ'érzet súgta -, megÅ'rzi és néha-néha megcsókolja ezt a fejet, melyet hóhér választ el a törzsétÅ'l.

Blessed are you who believed that what was spoken to you

Unfinished business always comes back to haunt you, and a man who swears he'll love you forever isn't finished with you until he's done.

Remember what I've told you. Remember me.

One morning when the air was misleading and mild with hope....

On evenings when the orange moon was rising in the sky, and some woman was crying in their kitchen, Sally and Gillian would lock pinkies and vow never to be ruled by their passions.

Tell me you won't walk away again and I'll call the whole thing off.

but promise can disappear if you leave it to flounder

They sealed this promise by hooking pinkies, the way they used to, long ago, when promises didn't hurt as much.

E, ainda assim, uma euforia. A euforia indizível que se sente quando um desastre galopante guarda a promessa de libertar a pessoa de toda a responsabilidade de sua própria vida.

How attractive, how delectable, the prospect of intimacy is, with the very person who will never grant it. I can still feel the pull of a man like that, of his promising and refusing. I would still like to know things. Never mind facts. Never mind theories, either.

I would like to tell you that I am, and you will one day be, forever safe.

When a movement awakens people to the possibilities of life, it seems unfair to frustrate them by then denying what they had thought was offered. But what was offered? What was promised? What was it all about? What good did it do? Would it have been better, as some have suggested, to leave the Negro people as they were, unawakened, unallied with one another, unhopeful about what to expect for their children in some future world?

Teddy: Sorry, Kaplan. You're stuck with me. Till death do us part. Billy: Teddy Altman, did you just propose to me?

Unspeakable King of the roads that are gone — Unintelligible Horse riding out of the graveyard — Sunset spread over Cordillera and insect — Gnarl Moth — Griever — Laugh with no mouth, Heart that never had flesh to die — Promise that was not made — Reliever, whose blood burns in a million animals wounded — O Mercy, Destroyer of the World, O Mercy, Creator of Breasted Illusions, O Mercy, cacophonous warmouthed doveling, Come

Lion that eats my mind now for a decade knowing only your hunger Not the bliss of your satisfaction O roar of the Universe how am I chosen In this life I have heard your promise I am ready to die I have served Your starved and ancient Presence O Lord I wait in my room at your Mercy.