Quotes About Commitment

But I'll do anything in my power to stop them from taking you away." She took a shuddering breath, then let her eyes fall closed. "Promise?" "Anything. As you said in Tokyo, we're meant to be together.

She had changed the arc of her own story, merely by typing a couple of thousand words each day for thirty days.

But I wanted to finish your book.

You have to prove to New York that you really want to live here.

Equipping is more about quality than quantity. It's much better to work with a few who really get it than a bunch who only get it halfway.

If you choose to go hard after God, you'll experience more adversity than you would encounter if you played it safe, but you'll delight in more power and love than you ever dreamed possible.

I love Lindsey's work. I didn't hang around with him for seven years for nothing, listening to him play guitar every single night, watching him fall asleep with his electric guitar across his chest. There were nights I had to pry the guitar off of him so he could sleep in a normal position.

Fulfilling what you start is why you start something.

We have lived too closely, been through too much. I will not leave you. I cannot, any more than I can leave myself.

The 'busy' thing isn't a commitment, it's an evasion.

The beauty and the tragedy of the modern world is that it eliminates many situations that require people to demonstrate a commitment to the collective good.

You don't owe your country nothing," I remember him telling me. "You owe it something, and depending on what happens, you might owe it your life.

Brotherhood has nothing to do with feelings; it has to do with how you define your relationship to others. It has to do with the rather profound decision to put the welfare of the group above your personal welfare. In such a system, feelings are meaningless. In such a system, who you are entirely depends on your willingness to surrender who you are.

It makes absolutely no sense to make sacrifices for a group that, itself, isn't willing to make sacrifices for you.

Western society is so unappealing. On a material level, it is clearly more comfortable and protected from the hardships of the natural world. But, as societies become more affluent they tend to require more, rather than less, time and commitment by the individual, and it's possible that many people feel that affluence and safety simply aren't a good trade for freedom.

You don't owe your country nothing," I remember him telling me. "You owe it something, and depending on what happens, you might owe it your life." The way my father put it completely turned the issue around for me: suddenly the draft card wasn't so much an obligation as a chance to be part of something bigger than myself.

He'd been generous, yes, but lots of people are generous; what made him different was the fact that he'd taken responsibility for me.

This is the war too, and you have to look straight at it, I told myself. You have to look straight at all of it or you have no business being here at all.

It makes absolutely no sense to make sacrifices for a group that, itself, isn't willing to make sacrifices for you. That is the position American soldiers have been in for the past decade and a half. There

why Western society is so unappealing. On a material level it is clearly more comfortable and protected from the hardships of the natural world. But as societies become more affluent they tend to require more, rather than less, time and commitment by the individual, and it's possible that many people feel that affluence and safety simply aren't a good trade for freedom

How do you become an adult in a society that doesn't ask for sacrifice?

You don't deserve [love] if you won't take care of it.

Wheedling the borrowed wheels a second time had required an oath nearly signed in blood and a threat of death followed by imprisonment.

How could she have imagined he wasn't the one? The one she hid from and looked for. The one who held her and heard her and made her more alive, more in love, than she'd realized. The one who taught her how to trust in and lean on and sink into another person. The one who argued and angered, who stood firm and held tight, who kissed her and touched her and made her see the stars. Adam Grayson was the man she could depend on, could trust. Could love.