Quotes About Commitment

By working faithfully eight hours a day, you may eventually get to be a boss and work twelve hours a day.

By working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day.

Don't join too many gangs. Join few if any.Join the United States and join the family—But not much in between unless a college.

A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body — the wishbone.

The nearest friends can goWith anyone to death, comes so far shortThey might as well not try to go at all.

It's a funny thing that when a man hasn't anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married.

By working faithfully eight hours a day, you may get to be a boss and work twelve hours a day.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleepAnd miles to go before I sleep.

These woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.

It doesn't matter what you say you believe - it only matters what you do.

We need men with moral courage to speak and write their real thoughts, and to stand by their convictions, even to the very death.

There's people who'd expect you to take a bullet for them and they don't bother rememb'ring yuh name.

Every married person he knew seemed desperate to chivvy others into matrimony, no matter how poor an advertisement they themselves were for the institution.

Keeping busy was the only answer: action had always been his drug of choice.

I think marriage is nearly always an unfathomable entity, even to the people inside it.

The problem wasn't that Robin didn't think she'd love her child. On the contrary, she thought it likely that she would love that child to the extent that this job, for which she had voluntarily sacrificed a marriage, her safety, her sleep and her financial security, would have to be sacrificed in return. And how would she feel, afterward, about the person who'd made that sacrifice necessary?

he was better suited to a crisis than to keeping a commitment going . . . He was well suited to emergencies, to holding his nerve, to quick thinking and fast reactions, but found the qualities demanded by Joan's slow decline harder to summon.

Everyone liked Robin. He liked Robin. How could he fail to like her, after everything they had been through together? However, from the very first he had told himself: this far and no further. A distance must be maintained. Barriers must remain in place.

The idea of suggesting that Strike stop lying to the women in his life occurred only to be dismissed, on the basis that the resolutions to stop smoking, lose weight and exercise were enough personal improvement to be getting on with.

Strike's eyes followed her hand, but what caught his attention was not the small stack of neatly written papers she was showing him, but the sapphire engagement ring. There was a pause. Robin wondered why her heart was pummeling her ribs. How ridiculous to feel defensive . . . it was up to her whether she married Matthew . . . ludicrous even to feel she had to state that to herself . . .

This, he thought, was how women roped you in. They added you to lists and forced you to confirm and commit. They impressed upon you that if you didn't show up a plate of hot food would go begging, a gold-backed chair would remain unoccupied, a cardboard place name would sit shamefully upon a table, announcing your rudeness to the world.

Keeping busy was the only answer: action had always been his drug of choice. Sure

Robin and Matthew had just two months to go before the wedding. There was still time.

Robin's personal experience of the wilder shores of sexual adventurousness was non-existent. She'd only ever had one sexual partner and had reasons beyond the usual for wishing to trust the person with whom she went to bed.