Quotes About Commitment

I'm not running away from my responsibilities. I'm running to them. There's nothing negative about running away to save my life.

It's only that I feel an injustice has been committed. Why should I have somebody else's malaria and you have my dose of clap?

While none of the work we do is very important, it is important that we do a great deal of it. Don't you agree?

It was one thing to maintain liaison with the Lord, and they were all in favor of that; it was something else, though, to have Him hanging around twenty-four hours a day.

And anything worth dying for," answered the sacrilegious old man, "is certainly worth living for.

Having now finished the work assigned me," Washington solemnly said, "I retire from the great theatre of Action. . . . I here offer my Commission, and take my leave of all the enjoyments of public life." The man who had known how to stay the course now showed that he also understood how to leave it. Horses were waiting at the door immediately after Washington read his statement. The crowd gathered at the doorway to wave him off. It was the greatest exit in American history.

ought not to fight them at all unless we determine to fight them forever.

We're all faced with moments when we must choose between the path of convenience or conviction.

it. Commit yourself wholeheartedly to it. Praise it; give your attention, love, and devotion to your ideal; and as you continue to do so, all the fearful thoughts will make obeisance to your exalted state of mind--that is, they will lose their power and disappear from the mind.

Love is an emotional attachment. Unless you love your work or profession, you cannot be a true success. Love always magnifies and multiplies.

Genesis 37:7) Lift your ideal or desire up in consciousness. Exalt it. Commit yourself wholeheartedly to it. Praise it; give your attention, love and devotion to your ideal; and as you continue to do so, all the fearful thoughts will make obeisance to your exalted state of mind—that is, they will lose their power and disappear from the mind.

The greatest interference is fear of unwanted results. Yet that is precisely what we get from a lack of commitment.

This is what true love is about, the Rebbe told Sharfstein. "It's the small acts that you do on a daily basis that turn two people from a 'you and I' into an 'us'.

Ameikh ami, ve'Elo-hai-ikh Elo-hai—Your people shall be my people, and your God my God.

Therefore shall a man leave his father and mother and cleave to his wife, and they become one flesh. —Genesis 2:24

I want to know what's wrong with loving someone for life? Even when they're dead? What exactly is wrong with that? Why should I put him away, out of my mind? Like he's out of fashion. Does no one love for ever any more? Is no one built for the long road?

Hank Nearly was an avid reader. He arrived early in his brown corduroy coat, with a book taken from the library, copied all the pages on the Xerox machine, and sat at his desk reading what looked passebly like the honest pages of business. He's make it through a three-hundred-page novel every two or three days.

You either have to write or you shouldn't be writing. That's all.

My people - before I was changed - they exchanged this as a sign of devotion. It's a Claddagh ring. The hands represent friendship; the crown represents loyalty... and the heart... Well, you know... Wear it with the heart pointing towards you. It means you belong to somebody. Like this.

How did you find me here? If I was blind, I would see you. Stay with me. Forever. That's the whole point. I'll never leave. Not even if you kill me.

When writing goes painfully, when it's hideously difficult, and one feels real despair (ah, the despair, silly as it is, is real!)–then naturally one ought to continue with the work; it would be cowardly to retreat. But when writing goes smoothly–why then one certainly should keep on working, since it would be stupid to stop. Consequently one is always writing or should be writing.

Writing! The activity for which the only adequate bribe is the possibility of suicide, one day.

Only in love is there trust - even the possibility of trust.

I'd like to be your friend—but only if you promise not to ever, ever count on me.