Quotes About Commitment

You will be told when and from where the fleet is leaving. I am…conscious that you are all giving up money and position in France for this." "We only came in the first place," Danny said, open-eyed, "because you were coming.

I told her grace that he might not marry the girl if she lost the use of her limbs or her dowry; but I couldn't think of anything else that would deter him.

You wouldn't expect me to make social calls if you had the remotest idea of the work entailed in bringing two unfortunate persons to the altar.' Careless words. 'It takes ten minutes, in my experience,' Lymond said.

que je vive, mon cueur ne changera Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Mon chois est fait, aultre ne se fera Ã¢â'¬Â¦

All these were barred to him because of the vow he had made to Sybilla. Because of it, he could not resign himself to what, easy or difficult, was coming; but instead had to turn again to his lessons: the long, bitter schooling thrust at him, for no purpose, throughout every twist of his lifespan.

Philippa. You gave your husband a brevet to absent himself from his responsibilities. I have cancelled it.

They told me that if I didn't come back, they would force you to marry?' In the plain, sensible face, the brown eyes were derisive. 'Is that why you came back?' said Kate Somerville. 'No. I knew you could handle it.' 'Thank you,' said Kate.

Marriage, like law, is a practice. Aut bibat, aut abeat. Subscribe, or get out of it.

Adam!' said Danny. 'You mustn't drop out of the choir. We have too much to do. What do we have to do?

He gave her his hand as she stepped up beside him. He said, 'I thought it was going to take twenty-five years.' 'It probably will,' Gelis said. 'But I thought I should like to spend them with you.' He

I will give you to Catherine. I will not give you to a hole in the ground.

Archie raised his voice. "Chops me!" he said bitterly. "But ye're a thrawn, bloody, rackle-tongued limmer. I'll come with ye to Saint-Cloud. I'll cut your meat at Compiègne. But there's a limit. I tell you now, there's a limit to what I'll do for you.

So who would do all this?' 'I should,' Richard said. 'Even to sleeping in your own chamber.' 'That I baulk at,' Lymond said. 'The rest you can have. One cock per pen is enough.

I should rather, Philippa, marry where there is no love than marry and find love turn to jealousy.

He has merely broken, as always, every promise he ever made, before man or God.

I require you, if you mean what you say about helping, to be a young ass in Aleppo, not Zakynthos.

I suppose one oughtn't to marry anybody, unless one's prepared to make him a full-time job." "Probably not; though there are a few rare people, I believe, who don't look on themselves as jobs but as fellow creatures.

Not in the least, Mrs. Venables. Nothing would please me more than to ring bells all day and all night. I am not tired at all. I really don't need rest. I would far rather ring bells. The only thing that worries me is whether I shall be able to get through the peal without making stupid mistakes.

This, she felt, was her fault. Her idea in the first place. Her house. Her honeymoon. Her – and this was the incalculable factor in the thing – her husband. (A repressive word, that, when you came to think of it, compounded of a grumble and a thump.) The

If I can't make you see the thing in the right perspective this time I'll chuck it for good.

likes to see a bit o' money into the bargain – there's more to marriage, as they say, than four bare legs in a bed.

She had written what she felt herself called upon to write; and, though she was beginning to feel that she might perhaps do this thing better, she had no doubt that the thing itself was the right thing for her. It had overmastered her without her knowledge or notice, and that was the proof of its mastery.

If you are once sure what you do want, you find that everything else goes down before it like grass under a roller—all other interests, your own and other people's.

I'm sure one should do one's own job, however trivial, and not persuade one's self into doing somebody else's, however noble.