Quotes About Loyalty

On the first day his pennant flew from the completed towers, he assembled the prisoners in the kitchen garden, and, mounting his gallows to address them, he released the men to go home, just as he had promised. Many elected to stay in his service, owing to the quality of the provender.

Ella para él y él para el Estado

An injured friend is the bitterest of foes.

Cultivators of the earth are the most valuable citizens. They are the most vigorous, the most independent, the most virtuous, and they are tied to their country and wedded to its liberty and interests by the most lasting bonds.

we declared that an attack on any one colony should be considered as an attack on the whole. This

Millions for defense, not one cent for tribute.

The very purpose of a knight is to fight on behalf of a lady.

Then he looked by him, and was ware of a damsel that came riding as fast as her horse might gallop upon a fair palfrey. And when she espied that Sir Lanceor was slain, then she made sorrow out of measure, and said, O Balin ! two bodies hast thou slain and one heart, and two hearts in one body, and two souls thou hast lost.

He may have been waiting a long while, in snow or rain, yet his joy at my final appearance knows no resentment at my faithlessness, though I have neglected him all day and brought his hopes to naught.

Even if you do have designs on my cash, and send me down to Pluto with a blow of your oar from behind, you will have rowed me well.

Aunque no tuviera yo el mar y la playa, permanecería aquí mientras tú no te fueras.

The friendship that like live is warm; a love like friendship, steady.

A pig is a jolly companion, Boar, sow, barrow, or gilt-- A pig is a pal, who'll boost your morale, Though mountains may topple and tilt. When they've blackballed, bamboozled, and burned you, When they've turned on you, Tory and Whig, Though you may be thrown over by Tabby or Rover, You'll never go wrong with a pig, a pig, You'll never go wrong with a pig!

I've been in more wars for England than I can remember . . . haven't I paid enough? Risked it all for them, time after time. . . . Why must they torment an old man?

Deliver my soul from the sword, my darling from the power of the dog.

Jose loved giving orders to the servants, and they loved obeying her. She always made them feel they were taking part in some drama.

Permanecer siempre fiel a un antiguo amor es a veces el secreto de toda una vida».

Trump seems pleased to play the role that his followers have assigned him. He is obliging them by behaving like a monarch—or, some might say, a mad king.

It's time for you to give yourself the love, attention, loyalty, and care you've been trying to get from others your whole life. Grief has you gripped tightly by the ankles, and she may not let you go too soon. There's nowhere to go but home to yourself. This simple gesture of giving yourself your full attention when sorrow is shaking you to the bone promises to carve depth and kindness into the core of who you are—more than anything else I know.

He) had not realized how much he needed this sweet, friendly sound. How much he needed someone to settle in next to him. He didn't know that he needed to not be so solitary until at last he wasn't. So many needs in one old dog.

Clearly, having friends improves our lives. And best friends? They make every good thing even better.

Ruark held the door open for her to pass through. "The first I cannot deny, Shanna, for then I did not know of you. But you are my only love and shall remain for as long as I live." His eyes were serious and seemed to probe her being. "I

You must have had friends. Didn't you have friends in the army?" He drew a long, slow breath. Just generally he told himself. That was all she was asking. " In the army, you've damned if you do and damned if you don't. You want somebody you can trust at your back, but you get to close... They get blown away, and you're blown away with them.

You go first," Joe told Tory. "Wait in the parking lot for the rest of us." Tory and Sweatshirt set off, threading their way around the tables and the silent customers. Davy grinned at her when she got to the door. She went out into the parking lot, and as the other customers filed out—there were perhaps thirty of them—they formed an orderly double line in front of her. She felt a little like the last baritone in a church choir.