Quotes About Promise

Before you pledge your undying love to someone, make them promise they won't die.

Sometimes a couple stays together for the sake of the kids — two kids who pledged to be forever true.

Sometimes, to do the right thing, we must keep a promise we never made.

When I am gone, my love, do not look for me in the places we used to go to together. Look for me in the places we always planned to go to together.

Create expectations to fulfil them.

You should not take a fellow eight years old And make him swear to never kiss the girls.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

If you are not holding back some energy in reserve, if you don't have a new plan, if you aren't going to change your behavior, and if you are reasonably confident in your original estimate, then promising to try is fundamentally dishonest. You are lying. And you are probably doing it to save face and to avoid a confrontation.

The promise to try is an admission that you've been holding back, that you have a reservoir of extra effort that you can apply.

There was a time, back in the sixties, when commenting-out code might have been useful. But we've had good source code control systems for a very long time now. Those systems will remember the code for us. We don't have to comment it out any more. Just delete the code. We won't lose it. Promise.

Such movements typically attract persons who are experiencing some form of acute distress—social, economic, psychic, or a combination of these—and who respond eagerly to the promise of deliverance from it. An individual in whom this promise appears to be embodied, whether by virtue of his coming forward with a gospel of radical change or his ability to show the way to change, is a candidate for the role of charismatic leader.

Remember: The key to fantasy is distance. The distant has allure and promise, seems simple and problem free. What you are offering, then, should be ungraspable. Never let it become oppressively familiar; it is the mirage in the distance, withdrawing as the sucker approaches. Never be too direct in describing the fantasy—keep it vague. As a forger of fantasies, let your victim come close enough to see and be tempted, but keep him far away enough that he stays dreaming and desiring.

Legat was praying that Hartmann would be there. He was not sure what he could offer God in return, but it would be something, he promised Him—a different life, a fresh start, a gesture equal to the age.

The wall is a messianic promise, and there is deep confusion in both Trump and his followers between the physical entity (a barrier between Mexico and the United States that will never be built) and the metaphysical vision of safety and racial purity.

But rather than collapse under these threats and pulls, the self turns out to be surprisingly resilient. It makes use of bits and pieces here and there and somehow keeps going. What may seem to be mere tactical flexibility, or just bungling along, turns out to be much more than that. We find ourselves evolving a self of many possibilities, one that has risks and pitfalls but at the same time holds out considerable promise for the human future.

Thank you, the young mother said again. Thank you. The Black Tower protects, Logain heard himself say. Always. I will send him to you to be tested when he is of age, the woman promised, holding her son. I would have him join you, if he has the talent. The talent. Not the curse. The talent.

I've come to give you your gift back, Mordeth, Cauthon whispered. I consider our debt paid in full.

My heart and fortune, such as they are, already lie at your feet. Faile missed a step, then laughed softly and pressed her cheek against his booted calf. You are too clever for me, she murmured. One day I will dance it for you, and boil the blood in your veins. You already do that, he said, and she laughed again.

a man's word must be as good as an oath sworn beneath the Light or it was no good at all.

If you ever meet a Malkieri," Noal said, "you tell him Jain Farstrider died clean." "I will, Jain," Mat said. "May the light hold you." Noal

The grave is no bar to my call.

We come, brother. We come, Young Bull.

Por el nombre de mi madre, desenvainaré cuando me digáis que lo haga y enfundaré cuando me digáis que enfunde. Por el nombre de mi madre, acudiré cuando me llaméis y me iré cuando me digáis que me marche. —Besó la hoja y alzó la mirada hacia ella, expectante.

Si ello no basta para refrenarte, te prometo que haré que maldigas el primer beso que intercambiaron tu padre y tu madre.