Quotes About Commitment

She had always asked him what, exactly, he was training for. Now she knew.

For the Phantom, there is only one girl. For Sam, there is only one horse.

It was the tiniest thing I ever decided to put my whole life into.

The world is hugged by the faithful arms of volunteers.

When it comes to eating right and exercising, there is no "I'll start tomorrow." Tomorrow is disease.

Hard work is rewarding beyond gold. Sweating is living.

Jogging is for those who don't have the guts to skip.

It's hard to defeat a woman in love.

All of a sudden he stripped off his wet suit. It was winter and quite cold. "What are you doing?" I called out. He stood in the icy water. "This is how dedicated I am to having a boy baby," he said, with a mischievous grin. I said, "I think you're just supposed to keep them cool, not actually freeze them off." He laughed.

He had told me before, but that night in the truck it hit home: Steve lived for wildlife and he would die for wildlife. He came by his convictions sincerely, from the bottom of his heart. He was more than just my husband that night. He was my hero.

The emotional roller coaster of rescue work never seemed to end. I named my facility "Cougar Country" to highlight my focus, but I found myself called to help many different animals--in veterinarians' offices, in the field, in classrooms and courtrooms. Somehow I kept it all together, and ran Westates Flagman, too. My day had forty-eight hours. It helped that I had no social life.

As we sat together on a mid-river boulder, the shadows crossed the water and the sun sank lower. We looked into each other's eyes and talked about all the things we loved. I realized then that there was no turning back: I had fallen in love with Steve.

What'll it be?" Steve asked me, just days after our wedding. "Do we go on the honeymoon we've got planned, or do you want to go catch crocs?" My head was still spinning from the ceremony, the celebration, and the fact that I could now use the two words "my husband" and have them mean something real. The four months between February 2, 1992--the day Steve asked me to marry him--and our wedding day on June 4 had been a blur.

He would hand Bindi and Robert his knowledge of nature and the bush, just as Bob and Lyn had handed it down to him. This is what few people understood about Steve--his relationship with his family, and the tradition of passion and commitment and understanding that passed from generation to generation.

Entreat me not to leave you Or to return from following you; For where you go I will go, And where you lodge I will lodge; Your people shall be my people, And your God my God; Where you die I will die, And there will I be buried. May the Lord do so to me And more also If even death parts me from you. --Ruth 1:16

The secret of your success is hidden in your daily routine."[1]

Some years ago, I read an article about two people in the arts (alas, I can't remember who they were) who'd been married for many, many years. Asked for the secret of their long partnership, they said: "We fell straight into conversation when we met, and we haven't come to the end of that conversation yet." I can't think of a better model for marriage than that. Or of a narrative more romantic . . . .

I had learned so much about marriage from Missy that I only had to get divorced two more times.

The best thing you can say about any coach is his players play hard for him.

People respect you more if you just play and blow something out than if you take the easier road. That's how we think. You get more respect and people play harder for you. Just play till you blow it. Just play till it goes.

Christian faith, as I understand it, is not primarily a matter of signing on for the proposition that there exists a Supreme Being, but the kind of commitment made manifest by a human being at the end of his tether, foundering in darkness, pain, and bewilderment, who nevertheless remains faithful to the promise of a transformative love.

We suffered for our art. You have to suffer for our art as well!

The problem is that those of us who are lucky enough to do work that we love are sometimes cursed with too damn much of it.