Quotes About Loyalty

There exists an exchange of trust between the ruler and the ruled. Abuse that from either direction and all mutual agreements are nullified.

You would choose only the worthy to embrace, Shield Anvil? Then what you do is not an embrace, sir. It is a reward.

Take a thousand soldiers. Four hundred will stand in a fight but do nothing. Two hundred will run given the chance. Another hundred will get confused. That leaves three hundred you can count on. Your task in commanding that thousand is all down to knowing where to put that three hundred.

Corporal Clasp crawled up beside him. 'That's one of those Fuckeral's, isn't it?

She demands nothing, what you do you do for yourselves. You work to earn sustenance. You fight to protect it or to gain more. You work to confound rivals. You fight from fear and hatred and spite and honour and loyalty and whatever other causes you might fashion. Yet, all that you do serves her Ã¢â'¬Â¦ no matter what you do. Not simply benign, Adaephon Delat, but amoral. We can thrive, or we can destroy ourselves, it matters

When one can possess loyalty even in the straits of full, brutal understanding, then that one understands all there is to understand about compassion

A soldier knows but one truth, and that truth is, without faith, you are already as good as dead. Faith in the soldier at your side. But even more important – and no matter how delusional it is in truth – there is the faith that you cannot be killed. Those two and those two alone – they are the legs holding up every army.

Legana Breed spoke: 'You are all marines?' 'Aye,' Fiddler said. 'Tonight, then, I too am a marine. Let us go kill people.

Quiet! My wife!' 'Is she sleeping?' 'Sleeping? She never sleeps! No, you fool, she hunts !' 'Hunts? What does she hunt?' 'Not what. Who. She hunts for me, of course. But has she found me? No! We've not seen each other for months! Hee he! It's a perfect marriage. I've never been happier. You should try it.

It's all right, Beak, to die alongside your comrades. It's all right. Do you understand me?' 'Yes sir, I do. It is all right, because they're my friends.' 'That's right, Beak.' And that's why no-one needs to worry, Captain.

Mages by nature never commanded loyalty. Fear, yes, and the respect born of fear, but the one thing a mage found difficult to understand or cope with was loyalty. And yet there had been one mage, long ago, who had commanded loyalty – and that was the Emperor.

Is possession a virtue? Is a lifetime of working for some rich toad a virtue? Is loyal employment in some merchant house a virtue? Loyal to what? To whom? Oh, have they paid for that loyalty with a hundred docks a week? Like any other commodity? But then, which version is truer – the virtue of self-serving acquisitiveness or the virtue of loyalty to one's employer? Are

And where did this insane notion of buying loyalty come from? It's a contradiction in terms.

To the joy and the life in the eyes of my friend, I will fight all those who deem him their enemy.

They take us at this moment, these unwavering men and women who presume to rule over us, and but point us in the direction of a weaker victim. This is their game, knowing or not, and as ever the assumption is that we'll never turn on our masters – so long as an enemy remains within reach of our blunted, frustrated fury. And

I, Borduke of the 6th squad in the 9th Company of the 8th Legion, swear on the downy belly of the Queen of Dreams that the creature before me is a natural, unaltered Birdshit scorpion, and may my father's ghost remain in its tomb, since the inheritance was mine to lose anyway, right? Dead means you don't care any more, right? It had better, because if it doesn't, then I'm doomed to paternal haunting for the rest of my days.

No one could claim that Preda Norlo Trumb was the most perceptive of individuals, and the half-dozen Letherii guards under his command, who stood in a twitching clump behind the Preda, were now faced with the very real possibility that Trumb's stupidity was going to cost them their lives.

They'll die for you now. I know, you don't do it on purpose. There's nothing calculated when you're being human, old friend. That's what makes you so deadly.

Because true friends knew when to keep silent, to give all the patience needed.

It is only the dumb beast that understands futile gestures – the cold necessity for them, in the face of all the hard truths. We who hold to the higher aspirations of the intellect, we surrender too quickly. And yet, in looking upon that dog – a creature knowing only loyalty and courage – we find flavours to wound our own souls.

There was a smudge of motion in the grasses, about twenty paces distant. "That dog. Hood knows what it's up to." [...] 'Your beast is wandering out there'. 'I know. Every night. As if looking for something. I think it might be ... Coltaine. Looking for Coltaine. And it breaks my heart, sir.

Well, everyone had his secrets. And few are worth sharing. Unless you enjoy losing friends.

Or, rather, you irritate everyone, Curdle. Because you're so unreliable.' 'I'm not always unreliable, Telorast.

All betrayal will begin, or end, with words.' 'Savage