Quotes About Commitment

Ay, ay; you want to coax me into thinking him a fine match. No, indeed, father. I don't love him because he is a fine match. What for, then? Oh, dear, because I have always loved him. I should never like scolding any one else so well; and that is a point to be thought of in a husband.

You won't be giving me away, father,' she had said before they went to church; 'you'll only be taking Aaron to be a son to you.

You must be sure of two things: you must love your work, and not be always looking over the edge of it, wanting your play to begin.

Even much stronger mortals than Fred Vincy hold half their rectitude in the mind of the being they love best.

Ay, ay; you want to coax me into thinking him a fine match.' 'No, indeed, father. I don't love him because he is a fine match.' 'What for, then?' 'Oh dear, because I have always loved him. I should never like scolding any one else so well; and that is a point to be thought of in a husband.

In their death they were not divided.

When I married Humphrey I made up my mind to like sermons, and I set out by liking the end very much. That soon spread to the middle and the beginning, because I couldn't have the end without them.

I never had a PREFERENCE for her, any more than I have a preference for breathing. No other woman exists by the side of her. I would rather touch her hand if it were dead, than I would touch any other woman's living.

But he would never lose sight of her: he would watch over her—if he gave up everything else in life he would watch over her, and she should know that she had one slave in the world.

One way to approach the book today might be to think of it not as an intimidating, monolithic entity, but as its original readers experienced it—as eight utterly manageable short books to be read over the leisurely course of a year. Another way might be to admit that you do have time to read an eight-hundred-page book, perhaps even according to a swifter timetable than that of George Eliot's first readers. You just need to reorder your priorities.

Having once embarked on your marital voyage, it is impossible not to be aware that you make no way and that the sea is not within sight - that, in fact, you are exploring a closed basin.

for the achievement of any work regarded as an end there must be a prior exercise of many energies or acquired facilities of a secondary order, demanding patience.

Why should I not marry the man who loves me, if I love him?" said Catherine. To her the effort was something like the leap of a woman from the deck into the lifeboat. "It

Oh, dear, because I have always loved him. I should never like scolding any one else so well; and that is a point to be thought of in a husband.

Young folks may get fond of each other before they know what life is, and they may think it all holiday if they can only get together; but it soon turns into working day, my dear.

Explain! Tell a man to explain how he dropped into hell! Explain my preference! I never had *preference* for her, any more than I have a preference for breathing. No other woman exists by the side of her. I would rather touch her hand if it were dead, than I would touch any other woman's living.

I have serious things to do now. I have a living to give away.

I don't see how a man is to be good for much unless he has some one woman to love him dearly.

You must be sure of two things: you must love your work, and not be always looking over the edge of it, wanting your play to begin. And the other is, you must not be ashamed of your work, and think it would be more honorable to you to be doing something else. You must have a pride in your own work and in learning to do it well, and not be always saying, There's this and there's that — if I had

in courtship everything is regarded as provisional and preliminary, and the smallest sample of virtue or accomplishment is taken to guarantee delightful stores which the broad leisure of marriage will reveal.

The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection, and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own.

And remember that I am unchangeably yours: yours - not with selfish wishes - but with a devotion that excludes such wishes.

It is not true that love makes all things easy, it makes us chose things that are difficult.

In marriage, the certainty, 'She will never love me much,' is easier to bear than the fear, 'I shall love her no more.