Quotes About Commitment

Può darsi che in futuro stando con me conoscerai dolori, guai, problemi ma, se vuoi, costruiamo insieme una vita complicata, ma più felice di qualsiasi vita solitaria

Sooner or later people are definitely going to give up if you don't give them back as much as they're giving you.

We'd given up thinking about things as though we understood them, or even as though we could, and committed to living our days like a continuous length of thread we were each spinning.

If Dad's spirit needed pacifying, well, this life would have to be enough. It was the truest prayer I had to offer. Since what happened with Dad, we'd stopped wasting our lives, wasting time. We'd given up thinking about things as though we understood them, or even as though we could, and committed to living our days like a continuous length of thread we were each spinning.

That would really suit you, wouldn't it, to leave things undecided forever? But love is not a joke, it also means sharing someone else's pain.

Especially not something like abandoning my professional standards, because that would throw the rest of my life out of balance.

Acting is the laziest of the professions. A ballet dancer must limber up two or three hours a day, working or idle. The great musicians practice three or four hours a day, willy-nilly. Opera singers must go easy on cigarettes, learn half a dozen languages. The demands on an actress consist in learning the role, interpreting to the best of her ability the intent of the author as outlined by the director. When not on stage? She sits around chewing her nails, waiting for the telephone to ring.

I sucked a lot of breasts to get where I am today.

All artists are willing to suffer for their work. But why are so few prepared to learn to draw?

If we aren't willing to pay a price for our values, then we should ask ourselves whether we truly believe in them at all.

It took a lot of blood, sweat and tears to get to where we are today, but we have just begun. Today we begin in earnest the work of making sure that the world we leave our children is just a little bit better than the one we inhabit today.

Now we're in the midst of not just advocating for change, not just calling for change - we're doing the grinding, sometimes frustrating work of delivering change - inch by inch, day by day.

Our combat mission is ending, but our commitment to Iraq's future is not.

We, the People, recognize that we have responsibilities as well as rights that our destinies are bound together that a freedom which only asks what's in it for me, a freedom without a commitment to others, a freedom without love or charity or duty or patriotism, is unworthy of our founding ideals, and those who died in their defense.

Making your mark on the world is hard. If it were easy, everybody would do it. But it's not. It takes patience, it takes commitment, and it comes with plenty of failure along the way. The real test is not whether you avoid this failure, because you won't. it's whether you let it harden or shame you into inaction, or whether you learn from it; whether you choose to persevere.

Writing is not a hobby. Collecting stamps or coins is a hobby. Writing is a calling.

Don't silent your heart. Make a date and show up.

My father always said the first ten years of marriage were like a shakedown cruise. You couldn't fix the problems until you figured out where they were hiding.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.

I married the first man I ever kissed. When I tell this to my children they just about throw up.

When I fall in love, it will be for always. Nothing will change that. No one will walk out. We will stay together forever, and when death finally separates us we will have the memories that we shared. He will be that kind of person. I will know him instantly when I finally meet him. And he will love me forever.

I wanted to be a 150% entrepreneur and a 150% mom, and I found that I was having a very hard time doing both. I was about 75% and 75% - still better than 100%, but not what I was accustomed to at work.

But belonging to someone and giving yourself to them were two very different things. One formed out of need, a tidy arrangement mutually beneficial to both parties, while the other involved laying yourself bare—something she'd never been very good at.

In a very short time, I have come to realize that a mother will do almost anything - lie, cheat, even steal - for the sake of her child.