Quotes About Promise

For most of us, the first experience of love, even if it doesn't work out—perhaps especially when it doesn't work out—promises that here is the thing that validates, that vindicates life. And though subsequent years might alter this view, until some of us give up on it altogether, when love first strikes, there's nothing like it, is there? Agreed?

Mes baig?me mokykl?, pasižad?jome draugauti vis? gyvenim? ir nu?jome skirtingais keliais

Will you be my wife forever? Here and now and beyond all of this?

I will die, however," he said quite seriously, "if you leave me again. Just watch me.

What did you say to the messanger mi'lady? Do you remember the exact words of your last proposal? I probably said, Will you marry me? Connor smiled. He pulled her toward him, lowered his head and kissed her just long enough to stun her. He lifted his head then, looked into her eyes, and finally spoke to her. Yes Brenna. I will marry you.

Papa, do you like my new friend? Frances Catherine asked when they were halfway across the field. I surely do. Can I keep her? For the love of...No, you can't keep her. She isn't a puppy. You can be her friend, though, he hastily added before his daughter could argue with him. Forever, papa? She 'd asked her father that question, but Judith answered her. Forever, she shyly whispered. Frances Catherine reached across her father's chest to take hold of Judith's hand. Forever, she pledged.

In a low whisper she was certain only her friend could hear, she said, I specifically remember we both promised never to drink from any man's goblet of wine. From the looks of you, Frances Catherine, I'm thinking you broke your word.

I don't like seeing you cry. You will stop. I'll give you a promise, he said gruffly. And then you will cease your worrying. You will have confidence in my ability to protect you, he ordered. You will have faith in me. I command it.

If you get yourself killed, I'll find your grave and spit on it, she threatened. Then I'll take every care. You promise me? I promise you.

I love you. We're getting married, and that's the way it is. Get used to it.

Every man has a weakness, he patiently explained. I'll find theirs, I promise you. Every man? Yes, he answered emphatically. His hand moved to the back of her neck. Twisting her curls around his fist, he jerked her head back. His face loomed over hers, his breath warm and sweet as he stared down into her eyes. What is your weakness, Brodick? she asked. You.

Judith, do you take Ian for your husband?" She looked up at him before giving her answer. "We'll see

I'm never going to get these folds just so, she remarked. We'll practice that, too, Alec promised. She didn't start to blush until Father Murdock asked what else they were practicing. Perhaps I could lend my expertise, he suggested eagerly. A private matter, Jamie blurted out. We can't use your assistance, Father, but we both thank you for offering. Alec's devilish smile widened.

A memory from before: his sister arriving home from school with her new jump rope trailing behind her on the sidewalk. They let me turn the handle, she said, but they wouldn't let me jump. She had cut the rope up into tiny pieces and tossed them into the ivy and sworn she would never jump rope again.

His father had promised to show him the world. They'd go to Egypt, he'd said, and climb the Pyramids. They'd go to China and take a nice long stroll along that Great Wall. They'd see the Eiffel Tower in Paris and the Colosseum in Rome and at night, by the light of the stars, they'd glide through Venice in a black wooden gondola. The moon above, he sang, is yours and mine...

You keep it," he said.

Goodbye Curly. I'll see you next summer. Keep out of trouble, now, until I come back.

The god honors the faithful. And who is more true than a man who keeps his oath, though it breaks his heart?

I will say one thing to you before we leave here. If you ever hurt Jena again, I'll strangle you with my bare hands. That's a solemn vow, Brother.

Faith,Waiting in the heart of a seed, Promises a miracle of life which cannot prove at once.

I didn't want to fight with him. And yet I could not promise him what I most wanted to give - my love, the promise that I would stay with him in the Winter Court, that I would throw caution aside and be with him.

Then you must also spend the night. We are miles from an inn, and I can promise you that the sheets are fresh and clean. And the beds are lumpier than those at any posting house.

As a writer, I have a moral deal with you, the reader - if I hook you with a story, my part of the deal is to follow through and give you a satisfying outcome.

Look. If you want to go back to the ship fully clothed and mostly sober, I promise I wont tell anyone.