Quotes About Commitment

my motto, what it's always been. I refuse to be bad at what I do, and that includes being bad. I won't be bad at being bad. I

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This is what love is, isn't it? It's not a thing for which you clear a certain space in your life. It takes over your life, and all else must be made to fit to it, or the result is endless grief or a willful numbness that results in the death of your spirit before your body.

This is what love is, isn't it? It's not a thing for which you clear a certain space in your life. It takes over your life, and all else must be made to fit to it, or the result is endless grief or a willful numbness that results in the death of your spirit before your body. I have seen this truth in the eyes of Julie and Ramsey. And I see it in your eyes when I look at

It doesn't weaken us as women, as immortals, to follow our love, even if it leads to a man.

I carry the obligation as if she were still with me, as if even now I had to go and spend my hours in her shrine.

I have wrestled with angels and dragons to be with you!

There was something stubborn here, something directed entirely towards our love. And how it tempted me, how it drew from me the most complete devotion.

I had given myself over to the religion, insofar as I could, be abandoned to anything.

I vowed that every time I came to them I would light one hundred candles. It would be a small proof of my undying love.

She was the woman to whom I'd surrendered passion, pride, and honor for a long time before.

Nunca en mi vida he dejado de amar a nadie que haya querido.

He was mine and mine forever. He could do what he pleased.

What would Christ need have done to make me follow Him like Matthew or Peter? Dress well, to begin with, And have a luxurious head of pampered yellow hair.

Whatever changes there are in the world I hope you will never forsake me and I shall be happy.

Such vows . . . strike one with a sort of horror at what happened afterwards.

Anne declared that if Sarah abandoned her, I swear to you I would shut myself up and never see a creature.

The princess reiterated to Sarah that her faithful Morley . . . will never part with you till she is fast locked in her coffin.

I would have to ask her, just to make certain I'd done everything I could. But I'd warn her. I have no money, no prospects, an exceedingly ugly face, and my dearest friend is the King of Hell. You think that would stop her? I have no idea. Would it, Lydia? Nothing would stop her, if she loved you. And she does, Charles. She loves your pretty face and you scarred face. She loves your past and your present and she most especially loves your future. Just ask. Marry me, Lydia.

And what if you don't come? I will. No matter what happens. I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way,' she murmured.

He caught up with her outside her doorway, when she almost gave up. He said nothing, simply pulled her into his arms, against his strong, hard body, and his hand slid beneath her hair, tilting her face up to his. "No more running away?" His voice was rough. His eyes glittered down into hers, and if she wanted tenderness it wasn't there. Simply a dark, naked heat sparking between them. "No more running away," she said.

He wasn't marrying her. Even if she'd have him, which she certainly wouldn't, he had no intention of leg-shackling himself to such a difficult woman. She's always be racing off to save some new stray lamb, and if she even caught wind of the Scorpion's criminal associations she'd probaby try to save them, as well. She was a dangerous woman, never content with the status quo, and she would drag who ever was fool enough to marry her along for the ride.

He turned back, and there was an odd light in his eyes. "Did I ever tell you that I can't live without you?" he said. "No," she said. "You can tell me about it when we survive." She could barely breathe, death was eating its way toward her, and she wanted to laugh out loud with the joy of it.

I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way