Quotes About Promise

Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the qu icksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.

I've looked over, and I've seen the promised land. I may not get there with you, but I want you to know tonight that we as a people will get to the promised land. So I'm happy tonight. I'm not worried about anything. I'm not fearing any man.

Tokenism is a promise to pay. Democracy, in its finest sense, is payment.

I'm with you until the end of the line.

Spring was in the air—ripe, verdant, full of promise. And with the spring came the rush and clamor of weddings. Marietta

There is no such place as the promised land, but it would be foolish to reject even an unpromised land as worthless without first inspecting it thoroughly.

All is artifice in my world, Constantine. Even me. Especially me. He taught me to be a duchess, to be an impregnable fortress, to be the guardian of my own heart, But he admitted that he could not teach me how or when to allow the fortress to be breached or my heart to be unlocked. It would simply happen, he said. he promised it would, in fact. But how is love to find me, even assuming it is looking?

One cannot try marriage. Once one is in, there is no way out.

promise of secrecy was made at the time, from which I have only been freed during the last month by the untimely death of the lady to whom the pledge was given. It is perhaps as well that the facts should now come to light, for I have reasons to know that there are widespread rumours

We brought you truth, and in our mouth it sounded a lie. We brought you freedom, and it looks in our hands like a whip. We brought you the living life, and where our voice is heard the trees wither and there is a rustling of dry leaves. We brought you the promise of the future, but our tongue stammered and barked. ...

You can quicker get back a million dollars that was stolen than a word that you gave away.

LINDA: I know, dear, I know. But he likes to have a letter. Just to know that there's still a possibility for better things.

O desejo sexual, sobretudo quando se concentra na paixão, fixando-se numa determinada mulher é a quintessência de todas as fraudes desse nobre mundo; isso porque promete indizivelmente, infinitamente e extraordinariamente muito e cumpre miseravelmente pouco.

But why should we not place implicit confidence in God and rely upon His word of promise? Is anything too hard for the Lord? Has His word of promise ever failed? Then let us not entertain any unbelieving suspicions of His future care of us. Heaven and earth shall pass away, but not so His promises.

I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and heal their land" (2 Chron. 7:14).

But Kama the Generous could not refuse his mother what she asked of him. So he modified the promise. Equivocated. Made a small adjustment, took a somewhat altered oath.

they knew that they had to put their faith in fragility. Stick to Smallness. Each time they parted, they extracted only one small promise from each other: Tomorrow?Tomorrow.

I promise you this, Kama said to Kunti. You will always have five sons. Yudhishtra I will not harm. Bhima will not die by my hand. The twins— Nakula and Sahadeva—will go untouched by me. But Arjuna—him I will make no promises about. I will kill him, or he will kill me. One of us will die.

But under promise of anonymity, an official admitted that there was no direct evidence to support the charges of homicide.

If what we need to dream, to move our spirits most deeply and directly toward and through promise, is discounted as a luxury, then we give up the core -- the fountain -- of our power, our womanness; we give up the future of our worlds. (From Poetry is Not a Luxury)

I am treacherous with old magic and the noon's new fury with all your wide futures promised I am woman and not white.

I cannot recall the words of my first poem but I remember a promise I made my pen never to leave it lying in somebody else's blood.

All our children are outriders for a queendom not yet assured.

Except this "if we're meant to meet, we'll meet" attitude isn't truly relaxed. So we're not going to commend you for it. This attitude is more passive than relaxed. A passivity born of entitlement. You are owed a soul mate; this has been promised to you since birth. Everybody knows that. So why worry?