Quotes About Commitment

We need the work. We'll do a

Look out for yourself. A man who cares about your feelings, roots for your limitless future, and plans to guard your dreams as his own is a person that will make a good life partner.

when it looked like she was about to cuff herself to the wheel, Q reached out his hand to stop her only to have the other bracelet slapped onto his wrist.

Here I am. Look no furter. No one loves you more than I.

I have not need to promise what I cannot do.

I can't be friends with a man who blows hot and cold with the same breath.

Keep your place in life and your place will keep you

Fair weather friends are not worth much.

The Lion was so much in love that he had his claws trimmed and his big teeth taken out for her.

The loiterer often blames delay on his more active friend.

Tut, man, don't sprawl there. Get up and put your shoulder to the wheel.

Love, being in love, isn't a constant thing. It doesn't always flow at the same strength. It's not always like a river in flood. It's more like the sea. It has tides, it ebbs and flows. The thing is, when love is real, whether it's ebbing or flowing, it's always there, it never goes away. And that's the only proof you can have that it is real, and not just a crush or an infatuation or a passing fancy

The world can ask you to participate, but it's a day-today decision if you want to agree to that proposal.

He breathed in her hair, the sweet-smelling thickness of it. My father usually agreed with her requests, because stamped in his two-footed stance and jaw was the word Provider, and he loved her the way a bird-watcher's heart leaps when he hears the call of the roseate spoonbill, a fluffy pink wader, calling its lilting coo-coo from the mangroves. Check, says the bird-watcher. Sure, said my father, tapping a handful of mail against her back.

My father usually agreed with her requests, because stamped in his two-footed stance and jaw was the word Provider, and he loved her the way a bird-watcher's heart leaps when he hears the call of the roseate spoonbill, a fluffy pink wader, calling its lilting coo-coo from the mangroves.

Il mondo può anche chiederti di partecipare, ma la decisione di accettare la proposta viene presa di giorno in giorno.

Simply put, once married you will no longer give a shit about how you look. What's more, personal appearance can be a handy arena in which to punish your spouse passive aggressively by allowing your own appearance to deteriorate.

The future belongs to those who are passionate and work hard.

Third: Become an advocate. By which I mean, pick an issue that means a lot to you (immigration, mental health, clean water) and look for an organization that's doing work on that issue. Join. Give them your email address. Go to the meetings. Become a foot soldier. You'd be surprised how quickly foot soldiers in these organizations can become

showing up in person makes the biggest difference of all

Become a foot soldier.

Marriage: a hopeful, generous, infinitely kind gamble taken by two people who don't know yet who they are or who the other might be, binding themselves to a future they cannot conceive of and have carefully omitted to investigate.

In an ideal world, marriage vows would be entirely rewritten. At the altar, a couple would speak thus: We accept not to panic when, some years from now, what we are doing today will seem like the worst decision of our lives. Yet we promise not to look around, either, fro we accept that there cannot be better options out there. Everyone is always impossible. We are a demented species.

There is no one more likely to destroy us than the person we marry.