Quotes About Vow

You utter a vow or forge a signature and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman or prison.

For we have vowed enough in baptism, more than we can ever fulfill; if we give ourselves to the keeping of this one vow, we shall have all we can do.

And what is a kiss, specifically? A pledge properly sealed, a promise seasoned to taste, a vow stamped with the immediacy of a lip, a rosy circle drawn around the verb to love. A kiss is a message too intimate for the ear, infinity captured in the bee's brief visit to a flower, secular communication with an aftertaste of heaven, the pulse rising from the heart to utter its name on a lover's lip: 'Forever'.

Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words make and stay become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free.

No marriage is perfect and we won't always agree on everything, we made a vow to each other for better or for worst, we have had our bad days and we have had our good days, but through it all we have had each other.

Marriage is not a word; it is a sentence

It seemed there was no bottom to whatever abyss we bordered, and with each step, I vowed if I ever did meet the trail's end and was unmasked and untied, I'd never waste a chance again—if I was going to die, it would be when I could plainly see Kaden as I thrust a knife between his deceitful Vendan ribs.

Nine years ago I had made my solemn promise before the old archbishop to love God and love my neighbors. Now the enormity of my vow overshadowed me. I didn't care for poverty or renunciation. Obedience rankled me most of all. But it was the commandment to love that held me in its grip.

I didn't fall in love with James. Falling sounds like an accident. Falling hurts. I'd fallen in love with Michael, fallen hard like slipping off a cliff and hitting the rocks below. Falling in love was something I'd vowed never to do again. I chose to love James.

Bridget has vowed to never, ever date a celebrity (or quasi-celebrity) again. "Unless it's, like, James Dean back from the dead," she says. "Well, that's sensible," I say.

Bridget has vowed to never, ever date a celebrity (or quasi-celebrity) again. 'Unless it's, like, James Dean back from the dead,' she says. 'Well, that's sensible,' I say.

Balthazar pledged to die defending his royal house of Lumuatere. Finnikin swore to be their protector and guide for as long as he lived. Lucian vowed he would be the light whom they traveled toward in times of need.

He'd given her his vow: to take care of her, to keep her from hurt or pain, from wanting for anything. Her leaving didn't negate his promises; they weren't conditional.

Before traveling to Iceland, I made a vow to myself that there were two subjects that I would not mention: Björk and elves.

I wonder if this is what it feels like, falling out of love: feeling yourself fading out of existence - the gray sky, the coffee shop limbo - everything a way station of sorts. Making promises you know you can't keep. Making promises - period. People in love shouldn't have to vow or demand, petition or exhort. Nothing. Not even question. No collisions with your surroundings or yourself - you move gently, unknowing, in time.

Solomon said, "It is better not to make a vow than to make one and not fulfill it" (Eccles. 5:5).

You're lucky I took me a vow of non-violence, or you'd be suffering some pain right now.

A vow is a purely religious act which cannot be taken in a fit of passion. It can be taken only with a mind purified and composed and with God as witness.

Men often swear to kill themselves, and yet Few of them, nowadays, make good their threat

Not according to your definition. It appears Andromeda has taken a vow of celibacy." Naasir groaned. "I think I should jump off into traffic. It'd be less painful than such torture.

Don't get dead, Raphael, or I swear I'll hunt you down in the afterlife.

Sugar, remember—" "One of your best ideas, cher." Secret rules, she thought, her eyes on his profile as he watched the sky rain color, secret play. When he met her eyes, his own reflecting the sky, she said, "Full throttle." The smile faded from his lips, raw emotion in his voice as he repeated the vow. "Full throttle.

A vow of celibacy was easy to hold when there was no temptation.

Death forces a grace period on all of us. The dying offer the living a final chance to be the best that they can be. We must take our cues from them, value the moments that lead up to and follow their departure, and work toward acceptance after they are gone. This is a vow as sacred as any we will make over the course of our lifetimes.