Quotes About Promise

If you ever want to get laid again, you'll promise me." Andy felt himself tear up. "Okay.

McGlade is a bit, um, abrasive," Jack said. "If he says something rude, you have to promise not to kill him." I smiled. Jack didn't. "I'm serious. Promise me." "I promise. I don't kill people just because they're rude." "Yeah, well, that's because you haven't met Harry yet." She

Think too about what the promise contains, before you refuse to take comfort from it. It speaks of a certain time when good training will bear fruit – when a child is old. Surely, there is comfort in this. You may not see with your own eyes the result of careful training, but you don't know what blessed fruits will spring from it long after you are dead and gone.

The family of Abraham will no longer feel temptations, and the family of Job will not feel afflictions. The family of David will no longer mourn loss and death, the family of Paul will not feel thorns in the flesh, and the family of Lazarus will no longer be afflicted by poverty and sores.

If we have faith, we look backward to Christ dying on the cross, and if we have hope, we must look forward to Christ coming again (John 14:3; 2 Timothy 4:8; 2 Peter 3:12).

Who knows if, upon reaching the age of twenty, I may find something there that will change my life? The night is promising and life is an unexpected guest.

A great White Bear waits outside. He has faithfully promised to make us all rich if he can but have our youngest daughter.

You may ask me for anything in my name, and I will do it. -John 14:14

For I will restore health to you and heal you of your wounds," says the Lord… -Jeremiah 30:17

If you abide in me, and My words abide in you, you will ask what you desire, and it shall be done for you. -John 15:7

The LORD will perfect that which concerns me; Your mercy, O LORD, endures forever; Do not forsake the works of Your hands.

Miss Volker," I said about as politely as I knew how, "do you think you will outlast the rest of these original people?" "I have to," she said. "I made a promise to Eleanor Roosevelt to see them to their graves, and I can't drop dead on the job—so let's get going.

Queerness offers the promise of failure as a way of life...but it is up to us whether we choose to make good on that promise in a way that makes a detour around the usual markers of accomplishment and satisfaction" (The Queer Art of Failure, "Ending, Fleeing, Surviving")

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.

Lord can restore a covenant with Israel and yet continue

The Heidelberg Catechism, Question and Answer 22: Q. "What, then, must a Christian believe? A. All that is promised us in the gospel, a summary of which is taught us in the articles of the Apostles' Creed, our universally acknowledged confession of faith.

I have one promise I can make you, Kate." He reached for her hair, coiled some of it around his hand, and used it to pull her toward him. "What's that?" she whispered breathlessly. Not so cocky now. "You're going to enjoy this.

When she got back from taking Cassie to school Fancy knew that she ought to be working on her wilderness romance. She had promised thirty thousand words to her editor by tomorrow, and she had only written eleven. Specifically: His rhinoceros smelled like a poppadom: sweaty, salty, strange and strong. Her editor would cut that line.

It's because it's the beginning, and also the end. That was what she loved about the place where the water met the land. A promise of something fresh, a suggestion that even if what is happening now is to be suffered, there is an end and a beginning.

Maybe this is how it happened first for everyone—adults promising us their own failed futures.

Will the words end, I ask whenever I remember to. Nope, my sister says, all of five years old now, and promising me infinity.

So why was he feeling like this? Why was he feeling like some promise the universe made had been broken?

Maybe this is how it happened first for everyone —adults promising us their own failed future.

How amazing these words are that slowly come to me. How wonderfully on and on they go. Will the words end, I ask whenever I remember to. Nope, my sister says, all of five years old now, and promising me infinity.