Quotes About Commitment

you did what needed doing, regardless of how you felt, the day generally went better.

Thanks. But I have to do

Never cheated once. I wasn't tempted. I always figured if I was interested in someone enough to want to sleep with her, then there were problems with my current relationship. So I either fixed those or ended things.

I swear on my mother's beating heart." "That's a serious swear.

When I was in a relationship, I was faithful." "I have no proof of that." The smile faded. "I wouldn't do that. I don't get the point. If someone's unhappy, talk about it. If you can't fix it, man up and be honest about wanting to leave.

As for Mr. Right—Charity wasn't looking for perfect. She just wanted a nice guy who loved her as much as she loved him. Oh, and a man who was single, honest and faithful. Characteristics depressingly hard to find on the dating scene—at least in her experience.

Once I got into a relationship, the rules changed. I'm always faithful." She raised her eyebrows. "Seriously?" "Never cheated once. I wasn't tempted. I always figured if I was interested in someone enough to want to sleep with her, then there were problems with my current relationship. So I either fixed those or ended things.

You know enough of me to believe me when I say I am not going anywhere. Not without you. You stay, I stay. You're not a fling, Amelia. For me, you are the reason to stop running.

I don't think love is something you can start and stop by choosing. Our hearts tell us who we will love, and not the other way.

It should always make us happy to say that loving someone and being loved by someone is worth whatever price paid.

she was not able or willing to devote herself to just one other person. She was always going to be tied not only to a husband but to bonds of duty and friendship with many others.

David? she asked as they approached an elevator. She was a little uncertain about doors that opened and closed by themselves and little boxes that went up and down. She supposed she'd just have to cope. Yes? he asked. She rested her head on his shoulder. How should we celebrate our eight hundredth wedding anniversary? Hmm? How about with a good night's sleep? Suits me. Together they walked into the little moving box.

Whoever invented marriage was an ingenious tormentor. It is an institution committed to the dulling of the feelings. The whole point of marriage is repetition. The best it aims for is the creation of strong, mutual dependencies.

Being in Love means being willing to ruin yourself for the other person.

I don't want to express alienation. It isn't what I feel. I'm interested in various kinds of passionate engagement. All my work says be serious, be passionate, wake up.

Work is experienced as discipline--the background of which is ascesis--even though it also gives pleasure. One is allowed to become depersonalized in work, to forget the self (to lose contact with its most intimate feelings and needs)--indeed all that is necessary if one is to give oneself fully to the work.

She de-realizes her behavior by this sense of tentativeness, reversibility, contingency, arbitrariness of everything she does—and since situations only become real to her after a long time (perhaps never fully so) she has the space—of incomplete commitment, so to speak—to behave destructively, unreliably, erratically, self-indulgently, irresponsibly.

Sisyphus, I. I cling to my rock, you don't have to chain me. Stand back! I roll it up—up, up. And … down we go. I knew that would happen. See, I'm on my feet again. See, I'm starting to roll it up again. Don't try to talk me out of it. Nothing, nothing could tear me away from this rock.

There is only so much revealing one can do. For every self-revelation, there has to be a self-concealment. A life-long commitment to writing involves a balancing of these incompatible needs.

There does come a point when you have to acknowledge you're no longer postponing something and you really have made a choice.

This girl, when she became a woman, would risk all, sacrifice all, overlook and endure all in order to be one with her beloved.

The notion of lovers living together is altogether too demanding. One can be caught so unready.

Thank the Lord you have a man as hardworking as Stijn. Work is love made plain, whether man's or woman's work, and you're a fool if you don't recognize it.

If a person loves something above all else, if he values the work of his heart and hands, then he should naturally, without hesitation, pour into it his whole soul, undivided and pure. Great art demands nothing less.