Quotes About Loyalty

It's more than romantic. It's better than romance. It's friendship." Sam laughed. "Who cares about romance anyway?

Maybe the sex wouldn't have been exceptional, but it wouldn't have mattered. Because the other things they had were finer than sex. Because he loved Sadie. It was one of only a handful of things that he knew to be a constant about himself. The greatest pleasures of his life had been when he was by her side, playing or inventing.

I thought you were worried I was going to die," Sam said. "No. You'll never die. And if you ever died, I'd just start the game again," Sadie said. "Sam's dead. Put another quarter in the machine." "Go back to the save point. Keep playing, and we'll win eventually.

It's more than romantic. It's better than romance It's friendship.

You can't unilaterally decide to work on it." "Marx'll back me." "I bet he will." "He'll back me because it could be a great game, Sam." "He'll back you because he takes your side in everything. Because he's screwing you.

Embeth looked at the return address. It was from her most faithful friend, Shipment Fulfillment Center.

Click on this word, he thought, and you will find links to everything it means. Because you are my oldest friend. Because once, when I was at my lowest, you saved me. Because I might have died without you or ended up in a children's psychiatric hospital. Because I owe you. Because, selfishly, I see a future where we make fantastic games together, if you can manage to get out of bed.

She knew that the presence of the timesheet made it seem as if she had an ulterior motive, though the truth was obvious to her: Sadie Green liked being praised, and Sam Masur was the best friend she had ever had.

But then he reminded himself: They are not only my friends. They are my colleagues. He had turned them into his colleagues, and in a strange way, that was comforting to Sam. Ichigo bonded them to him for life.

Showing up is what counts, A.J.

She's my best friend," Sam said. "Sure," Marx said, "I get that. But is it, you know—I hope this isn't weird that I'm asking this—is it romantic? Or has it ever been romantic?" "No," Sam said. "We've never…It's more than romantic. It's better than romance. It's friendship.

porcupine heart. Ismay, A.J.'s choice for godmother, grabs his hand.

You may not ever have a romantic relationship with Sadie, but you two will be friends for the rest of your lives, and that is something of equal or greater value, if you choose to see it that way.

I go to Marian Wallace's dorm room, and I throw the book on her bed. I tell her, 'Look, you can sell this. It's worth a lot of money.' And she looks at the book dubiously, and she says, 'Is it hot?' And I say, 'No, it belongs to Daniel, and he wants you to have it, but you can never say where it came from. Bring it to an auction house or a rare-books dealer. Claim you found it in a used-books bin somewhere.

and you're going to regret that you didn't stand by me. Because if you love someone, you love them all the way. You love them even when they make mistakes. That's what I think.

When I read The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe as a boy, I used to think that Turkish Delight must be incredibly delicious if it made Edmund betray his family

The way you are now, showing up. Showing up is what counts

It wasn't illegal, but it was possibly immoral," Ruby said. "Maybe it wasn't immoral, but it was definitely disloyal. Maybe—" "Never mind, this seems terribly complicated," said Embeth. "Let's put a pin in that.

My books can be divided into dog eras. Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow was begun in the era of Edie and Frank and completed in the era of Leia and Frank. Good dogs, all.

I know that Marian Wallace was your girlfriend." "That isn't true." "Don't lie! I know that she came here to kill herself in your front yard. I know that she left Maya for you, but you either were too lazy or too much of a coward to claim her.

Her beloved lunatic needed her–whether he knew it or not. Whatever it took, she was not leaving without him.

Speaking as one who was given to you as a plaything, your behavior towards women has been beastly. I know for a fact that you're better than this." "My, my, now you are starting to sound like a wife. Too bad I'm not in the market for none of those." "No, why should you be? You're too busy sleeping with other men's wives to bother finding your own.

That she was irreplaceable became a bittersweet loyalty: Her death was what I had now instead of her.

No one whose first allegiance is to the source of the problem can hear such warnings, at least not until they've dragged themselves through a few miles of broken glass.