Quotes About Commitment

To be successful, you have to have your heart in your business, and your business in your heart.

He who does not believe God's promises—will never love him.

Christians are condemned who profess to own God for their God and yet do not live as if he were their God.

If you want to achieve excellence, you can get there today. As of this second, quit doing less-than-excellent work.

The more work we do for God, the more willing we shall be to die, and the sweater death will be.

Let us show ourselves godly by being more spiritual in duty. It is not the quantity, but the quality which God is concerned with. It is not how much we do but how well.

is a command of God to pray without ceasing, 1 Thess. 5:17. The meaning is—not that we should be always praying—but that we should every day set some time apart for prayer.

Si quiere usted alcanzar la excelencia, puede lograrlo hoy mismo. A partir de este segundo, no haga ningún trabajo que no sea excelente.

men are not good in truth when they are good by halves.

To sweat in some duties of religion, and freeze in others is the symptom of a disordered Christian.

Better to lose our lives than the purpose of our living.

Piety does not exclude industry.

Worldly business often crowds into our duties, and while our mouths are speaking to God, our hearts are thinking of the world:

I was in uniform for four years, and I know that heroism doesn't occur from taking orders, but rather from people who through their own willpower and strength are willing to sacrifice their lives for an idea.

Marriage is a bribe to make the housekeeper think she's a householder.

Most everybody in the world climbs into their graves married.

The first and last schoolmaster of life is living and committing oneself unreservedly and dangerously to living; to men who know this an Aristotle and a Plato have much to say; but those who have imposed cautions on themselves and petrified themselves in a system of ideas, them the masters themselves will lead into error

And at once he sacrificed everything to it, if it can be said we ever sacrifice anything save what we know we can never attain, or what some secret wisdom tells us it would be uncomfortable or saddening to possess.

I didn't marry you because you were perfect. I didn't even marry you because I loved you. I married you because you gave me a promise. That promise made up for your faults. And the promise I gave you made up for mine. Two imperfect people got married and it was the promise that made the marriage. And when our children were growing up, it wasn't a house that protected them; and it wasn't our love that protected them--it was that promise.

Maybe, in the end, that's all that love was—doing the hard thing. Not roses and valentines and walks on the beach, but simply being present, day after ordinary day. The extraordinary romanticism of ordinary life.

This solidarity business I used to talk about ain't just--what do you youngsters call it?--theoretical. It means putting your body, your physical self, on the line, baby girl. Even when--especially when--it ain't convenient.

How much good fortune had been strewn her way, starting with a man who still put up with her crankiness and irrationalities, who stayed loyal and devoted to her, as if she were the flag of his country.

Maybe, in the end, that's all that love was—doing the hard thing.

Peter was a birthday party, all candles and cake and balloons. Now the party was over. Sudhir was the rest of the year, the real deal, the place where she'd built her nest. What she and Sudhir had constructed together, someone like Peter could only dream about. If he was even smart enough to realize and envy them what they had, that is. Which she somehow doubted he was.