Quotes About Commitment

Where God guides, he provides. What he calls you to do, he equips you to do. He doesn't need your strength and willpower, but he does need your commitment. He wants you to live an abundant life that includes a vibrant faith, a vibrant body, and a vibrant mind.

Servants don't fill up their time with other pursuits that could limit their availability.

Servants think about their work, not what others are doing.

Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men.

serving is the highest use of life

Often we try to offer God partial obedience. We want to pick and choose the commands we obey. We make a list of the commands we like and obey those while ignoring the ones we think are unreasonable, difficult, expensive, or unpopular. I'll attend church but I won't tithe. I'll read my Bible but won't forgive the person who hurt me. Yet partial obedience is disobedience.

Real worship costs.

God is looking for people to use, and if you can get usable, he will wear you out. The most dangerous prayer you can pray is this: 'Use me.

He preferred solitary pursuits, and being a member of a group seemed rather dutiful, but he could do dutiful and somebody had to or the world would fall apart.

He loved Viola as only a parent can love a child, but it was hard work.

But wasn't artistic endeavor the final refuge of the uncommitted?

Everything was from duty, nothing from love. Duty killed you in the end.

They had stepped into marriage in a frail barque that had long ago entered the doldrums and floundered in the deep. Miss Kelling, on the other hand, looked like someone who would steer a steady course. He had entangled his mind horribly in seafaring imagery, there seemed no way out of it except to abandon ship.

The wounds of war, Juliet thought, rather pleased with the way the words sounded in her head. It could be the title of a novel. Perhaps she should write one. But wasn't artistic endeavor the final refuge of the uncommitted?

Did he know what love was? The love for a father, a sister, for a dog even, yes, but between a husband and wife? Two lives knitted inextricably together. Or yoked and harnessed. (That's the point, Sylvie said, otherwise we would all run wild.)

Tradition, Honor, Excellence.

She had resolved to never take another step backward.

I love you, only you; no one but you. It was you who awoke me last summer out of a life-long, stupid dream.

Her husband seemed to her now like a person whom she had married without love as an excuse.

As the devoted wife of a man who worshipped her, she felt she would take her place with a certain dignity in the world of reality, closing the portals forever behind her upon the realm of romance and dreams.

Religion, loyalty, everything would give way if only you cared.

I promise to always turn back toward you.

There is somebody who loves me, said Despereaux. And I love her and that is the only thing that matters to me.

And this is a time to act, not wonder.