Quotes About Promise

Flashing her a mischievous smile, he said, "Maiden sent the clothes. Next time, you will not be wrapped in so much wannup , yes? It will take us much less time to do nothing." He turned and left the lodge before Loretta realized he had made a joke. It took even longer before she smiled. There was a promise behind the lightly spoken words. Next time, it would take them much less time to do nothing.

I'm in no need of matrimony, Father. I still have my honor." Hunter jerked her to his side and, in an ominously even voice, said, "Your honor will soon go the way of the wind, Blue Eyes. You made a God promise. You are my woman! Now I say you will be my wife!

Within her grew a child, both tosi tivo and Comanche, the child of the great warrior with indigo eyes and his honey-haired maiden. A child who brought new hope for the People and tomorrow.

My arm is yours to lean upon for always. Until snow comes to your hair, eh? For always, until I am dust in the wind.

Are you sad? About saying good-bye tomorrow?" "No. You will ride in a great circle back to me. The Great Ones have spoken it." "In your song?" She sniffed. "That song has caused me enough grief.

She turned to Vetch and he caught her hands as they reached out for him. "I wanted power, I always wanted it, but it's stronger than I am! I can't control the Unworld, Vetch, or the real world either. I can't make it do what I want! The forest is too strong." Vetch crouched, his narrow face close to hers. "You will, Chloe. I promise you." He glanced at Mac. "Ask him. God gives no one a gift he cannot master. Right, Priest?

But I had promised myself, and my grandfather, that never again would I show fear or apprehension of the

I'd promised myself that I'd really work on talking more, talking about uncomfortable things, because I could see from Brian how well things could work out if you did.

I do what I can. I already told her that we'd get through this." What Laura was describing was encouragement, not intimacy.

Many people have so much more potential than where they are right now.

How'd we let so much time go by... When we swore we wouldn't?

You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you.

All stories must end so, with the next tale winking out of the corners of the last pages, promising more, promising moonlight and dancing and revels, if only you will come back when spring comes again.

Don't worry," Marya whispered, kissing his forehead. "My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

She said you'd come and I swore to eat your heart.

There is no better teacher of rough necessity than bad luck, and you will have great use of me, I promise.

I will not disappoint you, I promise. My name is Gleam. Take me with you. I held you in the dark. I defied straw sandals to bring you sunfruit. I am worth something. One hundred and twelve years is worth something.

I will always be here, in my old chair by the door, waiting for you, whenever you are lonesome. Our little house will always look just the same as when we first blew the dust off the bookshelves, and the kettle will always be just about to boil. Sometimes I will be young, and sometimes I will be old, sometimes you will be young, and sometimes you will be old. But for as long as forever, I will keep a room for you. I swear by the sparkle in my eye and the spring in your step.

Opium ain't got nothing on the promise of tomorrow turning up better than today. Snow

Opium ain't got nothing on the promise of tomorrow turning up better than today.

I will always be here, in my old chair by the door, waiting for you, whenever you are lonesome. Our little house will always look just the same as when we first blew the dust off the bookshelves, and the kettle will always be just about to boil. Sometimes I will be young, and sometimes I will be old, and sometimes you will be young, and sometimes you will be old. But for as long as forever, I will keep a room for you. I swear by the sparkle in my eye and the spring in your step.

A ring don't make a bride, that's all.

Oscar Wilde said: 'Biography lends to death a new terror.' Well, memoir adds that same promise to parenting.

have to wait. We can get married in a few weeks.