Quotes About Promise

Sun, moon, and stars, I told him. He inclined his head. Of all the years, this one with you has been my finest. Fire to my ice, Mac. Frost to my flame, Jericho. Forever, we said, and it was a vow far more powerful and binding than any ring or piece of paper.

When Darroc returns, I know by the look in his eyes that I've chosen well. He thinks I picked black and red for him, the colors of his guard, the colors he has told me he selected for his future court. I chose black and red for the tattoos on Barrons' body. Tonight I wear my promise to him that I will make things right.

At fourteen, I'd vowed, one day, I'd be the woman making him laugh, making joy blaze from his face, so tangible it seemed I might catch it in my hands.

Each time I say, Thank you, I'm telling him he's my sun, moon, and stars. And each time Barrons replies, Always. Mac, I know what it means. His "always" is a pledge of love, a promise eternal, and a guarantee that while we may never live happily ever after for very long, we will live. Together. Vibrantly and passionately. Fire to his ice. Ice to my fever.

Do you, Gavrael Roderick—" "I do." Jillian nudged him. He arched a brow and frowned. "Well, I do. Must we go through all this? I do. I swear a man has never 'I do'd' more fervently than I. I just want to be married to you, lass.

You will most certainly scream. I promise you that.

I can, and am. 'Tis a dying man's last request," he said roughly. "I want you to remember me as a man, lass, as your man. Not as a prisoner of Dark Magycks. I doona want you to watch me die. Promise me you won't, Jessica. Promise me and mean it.

Lass, doona fear me. No matter what happens, promise me you will not fear me. I am a good man, I vow I am.

I am your man, and don't forget it. Had

It's more like, you are mine forever, should you agree and give me the words back. And now I am yours forever, whether you agree or not.

Hey," she snapped. "I sought but to give you a good morrow kiss, lass. 'Tis a Scots custom." She craned her neck, scowling up at him, and gave him a look that said Yeah, right, nice try. "A wee one. No tongue. I promise," he said, his lips curving faintly. "You never give up, do you?" "I never will, sweet. Doona you know that by now?

Will you really bring it?" she whispered. "Aye. Lisa, I'd bring you the stars if it would cease your tears.

There will be no takin' this back, lass. Doona even think to be tellin' me later that you willna hae me. You will hae me.

He caught his full lower lip with his teeth and slowly released it, then smiled. It was not a smile meant to reassure. It was a smile that promised dark fantasies. Whether she wanted them or not.

Come with me, lass." His voice was low and urgent. "Think of your Scots blood. Doona you wish to stand on the soil of your ancestors? Doona you wish to see the heathery fields and moors? The mountains and the lochs? I'm no' a man who oft makes promises, but I promise you this"—he broke off, laughing softly as if at some private joke—"I can show you a Scotland no other man could ever show you.

Aye, lass, now you're truly mine," he said fiercely. "Forever.

That the deadly bottom-feeders of the dark Fae give Jericho Barrons a wide berth perturbs me immensely but I'd promise to never ask him another question about it again, if only he'd cut a swath through them right now and save me. I shouted his name until my throat hurt, but no knight-errant rushed to my rescue.

Don't leave me." "I'm not, Mac." "You're leaving me, Rainbow Girl.

You know I'd give you forever, but I don't have it to give.

No, I don't have to tell a soul about this, I promised myself. When you are a kid, you don't know yet that a secret, like an animal, can evolve. Like an animal, a secret can develop a self-preserving intelligence. Shaglike, mute and thick, a knowledge with a fur: your secret.

You have to get through the rain if you're ever going to see a rainbow.

It'll be all right. Maybe not tomorrow or even the next day, but one day it won't hurt so much.

Rainbows always gave her hope—hope that something beautiful waited for those strong enough to survive the storm.

Tomorrow is another promising day