Quotes About Promise

If I must fade,' he said, 'I would like to fade remembering this as my last waking dream.' 'Don't go,' she whispered. 'Hold on, for me. We are so close.' He touched her cheek. 'Only promise me one thing,' he said. 'If I do go, give us a happy ending, will you? In your book?' 'I don't believe in endings,' she said, but he only smiled at her, and faded slowly from view.

Vows of friendship and love are stronger,

I told you before, Jem, that you would not leave me," Will said, his bloody hand on the hilt of the dagger. "And you are still with me. When I breathe, I will think of you, for without you I would have been dead years ago. When I wake up and when I sleep, when I lift up my hands to defend myself of when I lie down to die, you will be with me.

As they walked, he leaned low and close to her ear. "Don't worry. I won't have anything dangerous for dinner, at least, not a weapon.

You will learn the meaning of this spit image, no? And say it to me. When we meet again?" Loretta tightened her hand on the reins. "Yes, if we meet again." He glanced over at her, his expression suddenly solemn. "We walk backward in our footsteps, eh? Maybe you will walk forward a new way when we reach your wooden walls. You could be a little bit happy as my woman, no?

Cinching the drawstring of his pants, he tied a quick bowknot and extended a hand to her. For an instant Loretta was swept back in time to that first afternoon, when he had commanded she place her palm across his. She had been so terrified then, but no longer. His arm was her shield, just as he had promised.

His arm was her shield, just as he had promised.

I swear it before God--I'll eat and I'll stay beside you, forever into the horizon." "You will not fight the great fight?" "No, I won't fight." He slipped an arm around her waist and drew her against him. "Ah, Blue Eyes, it is a good bargain this Comanche has made.

Blue Eyes, you will say yes to me?" "Tonight? Now?" "Yes, tonight. Before this time between us passes.

I am young. I will give her many fine sons. She will not wail over my death for many winters.

You are my woman!" He swept his hand toward the door. "I have spoken it before my people. You must walk always in my footsteps.

You are the wife I want. One wife, for always.

She saw Hunter reaching toward her out of the corner of her eye. She looked at him as he lowered his medallion necklace over her head. The flat stone was still warm from where it had rested against his chest. She pressed her palm over it. "You will wear it? For always? And remember Hunter of the Wolf? It is a promise you make?

You will wear it? For always? And remember Hunter of the Wolf? It is a promise you make?" "I will wear it." Her fingers curled around the medallion. "I have nothing to give you." His eyes clouded with warmth. "Your ruffles." She pursed her lips. "I'm wearing them. If you want them, you'll have to come back and steal them." His gaze ran the length of her. "Maybe so. You will make them nice like flowers, yes?

Something deep within Loretta knotted, twisted. She hugged her middle and tried desperately not to think, to deny the reality she could not accept, that Hunter, the legendary killer, was a man who thought, and felt, and loved--just like any other. He even mourned a dead wife. He was also a man true to his word. He had promised to defend her, and he had.

Ai-ee ," he whispered. "You learn quick." Raising tear-filled eyes to his, she again spat in his face. This time he felt the spray and wiped his cheek, his lips quivering with something that looked suspiciously like suppressed laughter, friendly laughter this time. "Maybe not so quick. But I am a good teacher. You will learn not to fight me, Yellow Hair. It is a promise I make for you.

You will learn not to fight me, Yellow Hair. It is a promise I make for you.

Blue Eyes, you will drink?" Loretta waved him away. A long silence settled over them. Then Hunter grasped her chin and forced her to look at him. " Habbe we-ich-ket , seeking death, it is not wisdom." He wedged the canteen between his knees and caught her hand, placing it on his muscular upper arm. " Ein mah-heepicut , it is yours. No harm will come to you walking in my footsteps. You will trust this Comanche, eh? It is a promise I make for you.

We will meet again. I will come to you like the wind, from nowhere. Remember the face of this Comanche. I am your destiny.

Are you hurt anywhere?" Rachel demanded. "No, not a scratch. Just a little grimy around the edges." "Lands, you are in a tangle. Don't those Injuns have soap?" "Not a sniff." Loretta laughed, feeling giddy, not quite able to believe Hunter had brought her here as promised. "Maybe that's a bad choice of words. I bet I smell to high heaven." "Like a little smokehouse.

Blue Eyes, we have many nights to lie with one another. Forever, yes? Until we die and rot." "Until death do we part," she amended.

Look into my eyes. Do you see a new morning with new beginnings?" He searched her gaze, and then, in a husky voice that reached way down inside her, he whispered, "Yes." He drew out the word until it seemed to echo and reecho in her mind.

You will be warm with me in my lodge? I have many buffalo robes. And plenty food. Meat, yes? And my strong arm will protect you, forever into the horizon. There is nothing to fear." He pressed his hand more firmly against her midriff. "My tongue does not make lies. It is the truth I speak, not penende taquoip , the honey talk, but a promise. I have spoken the words, and they are carried away on the wind to whisper to me always.

You will come to me. You will want my hand upon you. It will be so. The Great Ones have spoken it.