Quotes About Promise

Every woman before her has been a promise unfulfilled.

An empty theater is a promise unfulfilled.In a few hours, everything around him would be light and noise. Laughter and applause. Colorful people packed together in their colorful finery. Tonight, the promise would be fulfilled. And then, after the curtain came down and the gaslights were snuffed out, there would be darkness again. That was the beauty of it. That was theater.

promise never to leave us or forsake us. Since we are always in your presence, help us always to keep our eyes fixed upon you that we might follow your lead in the never-ending dance of your life as Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.

The Empire will always strike back. That I promise you. Gilad Pellaeon

If we are to access the Living Water Jesus promised, ultimately Love must become the only thing that governs behavior, not fear.

We decided to read our emails out loud to the group in order to share the warmth and optimism the messages contained. One of the most heartwarming was from the father of Petty Officer Rodney "RaRa" Young of Katy, Texas. His dad got right to the point: "You'd better come home because you promised to help me put up a fence, and I could really use that help." Everyone laughed because the words took us back to the normal world and out of the anxious monotony of our detention.

She raised her sad blue eyes to mine. "It's going to be so boring here without you. And I'm going to have to deal with Grandmother on my own! You need to e-mail, text, call, send smoke signals--whatever--and tell me everything you're doing." I laughed. "Yes, I know. Every day. I promise.

I was sorry to lose it, and if you make me another one, I promise not to get taken captive by bandits and have to use it to save my life.

Eating breakfast with no gentlemen and that Heartwright girl poaching on my men--this isn't what I was promised." She looked at Aunt Saffronia with the eye of a haggler. Aunt Saffronia placed her hands in her lap, a calming gesture. "I know, my dear, but they will be back, and in the meantime…" "I didn't come here for the meantime. I came for the men.

I'm supposed to leave tomorrow," she said, "but I can stay a couple more days, change my flight. I could find a hotel in London, far away from Wattlesbrook's scope of vision, and I could see you. Just hang out a bit before I go home, no weirdness, no pressure, I promise." He smiled broadly. "That's an offer I can't refuse because I'm simply mad to see you in pants. I have a feeling you have a very nice bum.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and gazed into the face of the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with. "Just promise to love me forever." "This is one story that's going to have a happy ending," he told her, and he lowered his mouth to hers.

Cross my heart and get no pie.

The saddest thing I came to understand in researching and reporting this book is that so many of our behaviors draw us into them not because they bring joy but because they promise to quiet anxiety. But the most heartening thing was the realization that the ability of compulsive behaviors to quiet anxieties great and small is one of the greatest gifts our brains can give us.

If [his] peace of mind depended on me promising to be a sweet and careful little girl, he'd be smart to get used to chaos.

He will cover you with his feathers. He will shelter you with his wings. His faithful promises are your armor and protection. Psalm 91:4, NLT

The glacierscape called it up, the silent, shining tulle, the dreaming hats and cubes, the theorems and corollaries, that girl who had thought a wedding promise was binding as a law of physics.

I love you, Robert Tate." Bud fingered her ring. "I love you, too. I think I'm going to rest now. Promise you won't go anywhere without me." "I promise." He closed his eyes. Holly lay facing him, burning every nuance of his misery into her brain. She was determined to remember, when she was in labor giving birth to their first child, that, for the love of his woman, he'd been the first to bear pain.

You cry, girl. You cry all you want, and when you're through and all this pain is nothing but a memory, I will find a way to make you smile. Do you hear me China Brown? That's a promise from me to you.

The promises of the future cannot undo the harm of the past.

And you're not leaving," she said. "Promise me." It was as if she had asked him to promise to keep breathing, to notice sunshine, to permit the spinning of the earth. What choice did he have? Even if he left her, she would be camped in his heart, an insistent and willful presence. She would match her strides to his on any journey he ever took; she would lie beside him on any bed. Amalie, he said, "that's the easiest promise I've ever had to make.

And if I should leave you, for any reason," he added, tightening his grip as she struggled to free her hand, "I will return to you. That is as certain as the sun rising tomorrow morning and the thunderbolt falling tomorrow night. That is as sure as the god's existence. I will come back to you, or I will find you - over and over again, as often as we are parted, until the end of the world itself.

Today is the tomorrow you were promised yesterday.

Deut 30:6; cp. Jer 4:4). Indeed, the new covenant promise in Jer 31:33 of the "law written on their hearts" combined with Ezek 36:25–27 pointed forward to the day when the entire covenant community would be circumcised in heart. This emphasis picks up the teaching of the prophets that physical circumcision only availed the one who had been spiritually circumcised (see Rom 2:25–29).

The Father is truly the only Promise Maker who is in earnest a Promise Keeper. A promise from God is a promise kept.