Quotes About Promise

I'm cold and free and the smartest man in the world, and this time they're going to know it, I promise you. I promise you that.

Do you want me to remind you that you once swore to make my happiness aim of your life? And that you cant say in all honesty whether i am happy or unhappy, because you haven't even inquired whether i exist?

Little notes of music trembled in hesitation, and burst, and rolled in quick, fine waves, like the thin, clear ringing of glass. Little notes leaped and exploded and laughed, laughed with a full, unconditional, consummate joy. She did not know whether she was singing. Perhaps she was only hearing the music somewhere. But the music had been a promise; a promise at the dawn of her life. That which had been promised then, could not be denied to her now.

Christianity is not a promise to enjoy a life without pain nor to be given a shortcut through it. It is a promise that pain, sorrow, sin—ours and others'—will not swallow us, destroy us, define us, or have the final word. Jesus has won the victory. And in him so have we.

It is not too late. It is not too hard. You are not too much. God's mercies are new every morning. There is mercy in his eyes even now.

If someone wants to lead a double life, they will find a way to do it. And they can promise you things until your nerves unfold and you can finally put up your feet. But it can all be a lie. There are no guarantees, even when people mean what they say at the time. People change their minds. People die. And the hurt is as real as a baseball bat.

Come on-I'll see you back to your room and the estimable Martha. She put her hand in his and let him draw her to her feet. Tomorrow...don't worry, he murmured, as he ushered her back through the darker side of the snug. I'll be waiting in Carlisle to fall in behind the coach when you go past. Through the dimness he met her eyes. I won't lose you. Her lips softly curved. I didn't imagine you would.

Y en ese momento, juro que éramos infinitos.

It's nice to have things to look forward to.

And I made Aunt Helen a promise to only cry about important things because I would hate to think that crying as much as I do would make crying for Aunt Helen less than it is.

On that piece of white paper, Sam wrote, Write about me sometime. And I typed back to her, standing right there in her bedroom. I just typed. I will. And I felt good that those were the first two words that I ever typed on my new old typewriter that Sam gave me. We just sat there quiet for a moment, and she smiled. And I moved to the typewriter again, and I wrote something. I love you too.

I thought about him going into my mom's room when she as little and holding up her report card and saying that her bad grades would never happen again. And I think now that maybe he meant my older brother. Or my sister. Or me. That he would make sure that he was the last one to work in a mill.

E, nesse momento, juro: éramos infinitos.

she went home and spent the rest of the day feeling possible.

Before lying down, Winters later wrote in his diary, "I did not forget to get on my knees and thank God for helping me to live through this day and ask for his help on D plus one." And he made a promise to himself: if he lived through the war, he was going to find an isolated farm somewhere and spend the remainder of his life in peace and quiet.

Pandora's imprisonment of it was a triumphant act that saved us from Zeus's worst cruelty. With hope, Nietzsche argued, we are foolish enough to believe there is a point to existence, an end and a promise.

With hope, Nietzsche argued, we are foolish enough to believe there is a point to existence, an end and a promise.

El futuro prometedor es como una piedra preciosa, hipnotiza pero, luego de un tiempo, su peso podría hundirte.

promised, returned the furs he had safeguarded), and she'd have some spending money left over. She also knew she'd have to unload some of her real estate before the

Swear to me swear to me that if it isn't dead you'll all come back.

God loves to make a man break a vow.

We go to seek a better world. May you find one, as well.

Wait or me where the trees clear and the water's sweet. I'll come to ye, ay, as sure as dawn makes shadows run west.

Her legacy was not--would not be--this disease. Phyllis Marie Unold Avery told us stories...It is my promise to her that for as long as I am able, I will recognize, restory, and remember.