Quotes About Promise

So gewiss es ist, dass ich meine Sara ewig lieben werde: so wenig will es mir ein, dass ich sie ewig lieben soll, - soll!

In the taxi I let my hand lie on her leg like a promise, but I had no intention of keeping my promise.

I shut my eyes and she was again the same as she used to be: she was the hiss of steam, the clink of a cup, she was a certain hour of the night and the promise of rest.

She was the hiss of steam, the clink of a cup, she was a certain hour of the night and the promise of rest.

Julgava ser possível conceber um qualquer Deus sem relação connosco, bastante vago, amorfo e cósmico, ao qual eu fizera uma promessa e que me retribuíra o prometido - algo que do vago penetrava na vida humana concreta, como um denso vapor deslocando-se por entre as cadeiras e as paredes.

I'm not sure Shad's worried about that. You said it yourself, his concern is the special election. That means making good on his promise to make the system equal, i.e., to nail a rich white man. That's what will get Shad a unified black vote. I expect Judge Minor to move as fast as legally possible.

Hear Jesus say, "Jill, I will never hurt you or shame you. I told you I will never leave you nor forsake you. Never! I love you with an everlasting and perfect love." Can you hear Jesus say this? JILL: Yes. GREG: Hear him say

A politician is someone who promises a bridge even when there's no water

Do you know the story of the scorpion and the frog? You know, the frog agrees to carry the scorpion across the river, because the scorpion promises not to sting him?' 'Yeah. And then the scorpion stings the frog, half way across the river. The drowning frog asks him why he did it, when they'll both drown, and the scorpion says that he's a scorpion, and it's his nature to sting.

Heaped up on the blankets, our bodies bound by weariness and her deep slumber, surrounded by sickness and hope, death and defiance, I touched the soft surrendered curl of Karla's sleeping fingers to my lips, and I pledged my heart to her forever.

I don't know about the universe, but I'll make a pact with you. I hereby promise that I'll always dance in the rain at least once, in every one of my monsoons.

Drag our shadowed crosses into the hope of another night. Push our brave hearts into the promise of a new day. With love: the passionate search for a truth other than our own. With longing: the pure, ineffable yearning to be

Without forgiveness, our species would've annihilated itself in endless retributions. Without forgiveness, there would be no history. Without that hope, there would be no art, for every work of art is in some way an act of forgiveness. Without that dream, there would be no love, for every act of love is in some way a promise to forgive. We live on because we can love, and we love because we can forgive.

The people are waiting more than one hour already. If you are not with us, they would still be waiting, but waiting for nothing only. Waiting for nothing, that is what kills the heart of a man, isn't it? Now the people are waiting for something. Waiting for you, they are.

The touch was exactly what the touch of a lover's hand should be: familiar, yet exciting as a whispered promise.

It's forgiveness that makes us what we are. Without forgiveness, our species would've annihilated itself in endless retributions. Without forgiveness, there would be no history. Without that hope, there would be no art, for every work of art is in some way an act of forgiveness. Without that dream, there would be no love, for every act of love is in some way a promise to forgive. We live on because we can love, and we love because we can forgive. The

Whatever it was, I meant to take her up on it. I meant to go there, and look for her. But

É a capacidade de perdoar que faz de nós aquilo que somos. Sem ela, a nossa espécie ter-se-ia aniquilado em desforras infinitas. Sem ela, não haveria História. Sem essa esperança, não haveria arte, porque toda a obra de arte é, de algum modo, um acto de perdoar. Sem esse sonho, não haveria amor, porque todo o acto de amor é de alguma forma uma promessa de perdão. Mantemo-nos vivos porque podemos amar, e amamos porque podemos perdoar.

and my heart was as clean and hungry for promises as a monsoon morning in the gardens of Malabar.

A politician is someone who promises you a bridge, even when there's no river.

No matter how often or deeply I thought about the struggled past or the sorrow and promise of the present, I couldn't make that leap of confidence or trust or faith into the future. There was something missing: some calculation, some piece of evidence or parallax view of my life that would make it all clear to me, I was sure, but I didn't know what it was.

It's forgiveness that makes us what we are. Without forgiveness, our species would've annihilated itself in endless retributions. Without forgiveness, there would be no history. Without that hope, there would be no art, for every work of art is in some way an act of forgiveness. Without that dream, there would be no love, for every act of love is in some way a promise to forgive. We live on because we can love, and we love because we can forgive.

Immortality is a chancy thing; it cannot be promised or earned. Perhaps it cannot even be identified for what it is.

Oh now that's a blueprint for an impossibly rosy future