Quotes About Promise

It is all over now, love, he said, a smile lifting one corner of his mouth. We do not have to part ever again. I can take you home with me.

We never promised we would stay the same,/But only we would shape our change/From this now single clay. [p. 82]

We're married. I will protect you. I will die for you. Better than that. I will live for you.

You are one disobedient woman. All this niceness is a big disappointment to a man who likes sass." "I promise I'll try to be meaner," Cassie said demurely. Red laughed and tapped her on the tip of her nose. "You do that.

How long ago did she die, Wyatt? Morgan pressed. Is it nine years now? Eight, Wyatt said, halfway between stubborn and sad. I promised to love her all my life, Morg. I meant to keep my word. That shut Morgan up, but Doc's eyes opened and he gazed at Wyatt for a long time. What? Wyatt asked. That is your ghost life, Wyatt, Doc told him, and closed his eyes again. That is the life you might have had. This is the life you've got.

Doc seemed to gather himself to say something important, and spoke as firmly as he could, though his voice was somewhere between a whisper and a whine. Wyatt, I cannot make you another denture. No more fights. You get that mad again, shoot the bastard. Promise me.

Hope swears, "You're different, you matter." She whispers, "Miracles happen." She says, often quite reasonably, "New treatments are being developed all the time." She promises, "You'll beat the odds." A hundred to one? A thousand to one? A million to one? "Eight to five", hope lies. Odds are when your time comes, you won't even ask for or against. You'll swing up on that horse and ride.

With a big hug for Patrick and my mother and a promise from the local police to keep an eye on our house to prevent press harassment, Pat and I flew to London on July 24 for what might well be the most glamorous few days of our lives.

It is well. I go; but remember, I shall be with you on your wedding-night.

The raising of ghosts or devils was a promise liberally accorded by my favourite authors

You have destroyed the work which you began; what is it that you intend? Do you dare to break your promise? I have endured toil and misery; I

The winter has been dreadfully severe, but the spring promises well.

I swear to you, by the earth which I inhabit, and by you that made me, that, with the companion you bestow, I will quit the neighbourhood of man, and dwell, as it may chance, in the most savage of places.

consent to your demand, on your solemn oath to quit Europe for ever, and every other place in the neighbourhood of man

The promise I had made to the dæmon weighed upon my mind, like Dante's iron cowl on the heads of the hellish hypocrites

They desired, therefore, that I should engage with a solemn promise, that if the vessel should be freed, I would instantly direct my course southward.

I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves and fills me with delight. Do you understand this feeling? This breeze, which has traveled from the regions towards which I am advancing, gives me a foretaste of those icy climes. Inspirited by this wind of promise, my daydreams become more fervent and vivid.

Begone! I do break my promise; never will I create another like yourself, equal in deformity and wickedness.

Los maestros modernos prometen muy poco. Saben que los metales no pueden transmutarse y que el elixir de la vida es sólo una quimera. Pero estos filósofos, cuyas manos parecen hechas sólo para escarbar en la suciedad y cuyos ojos parecen sólo destinados a escudriñar en el microscopio o en el crisol, en realidad han conseguido milagros.

La muerte siega la vida de muchos niños, única promesa de sus amantes padres. ¿Cuántas novias hay y cuántos jóvenes enamorados que, radiantes un día de salud y esperanzas, son al día siguiente pasto de los gusanos? ¿De qué material estaría hecho yo para poder resistir tantos golpes que, como el girar de una rueda, renovaban continuamente mi tortura?

I never go back on my word! That's my nindo, my ninja way!

I won't run away anymore... I won't go back on my word... that is my ninja way!

Je ne reviens jamais sur une parole donnée, c'est ça pour moi être un ninja !

Trump's campaign promise of a return to the imaginary past was largely a promise to transport Americans to a time when racism, misogyny, and xenophobia were mainstream attitudes. More than that: it was the promise of a new history in which a greater inclusivity not only had not happened but would never happen.