Quotes About Loyalty

It's so good to have friends from home, don't you think so?" "I haven't lived there for a very long time." "It's your roots that count." "Plants and trees have roots. People have legs. »

For three or four days the men fought the fire, saving the property and effects of the people, yet these white men and women could not tolerate our black Union soldiers, for many of them had formerly been their slaves; and although these brave men risked life and limb to assist them in their distress, men and even women would sneer and molest them whenever they met them.

For long and weary months, without pay or even the privilege of being recognized as soldiers, you labored on, only to be disbanded and sent to your homes without even a hope of reward, and

I'll be careful." He looked at her. "I promise." "Call me if you need me." "Cosmo." He turned to look at her. "It does go both ways. I don't want to get a call from Tom Paoletti and Decker every Memorial Day.

Bobby laughed. Not at loud. He would never laugh in his best friend face when he went into overprotected brother mode. But inside in his own head, he was rolling over the floor in hysterics. Outside of his head, he only lifted a quizzed eyebrow.

What are you crazy? You're sorry?" Wes stared at him. "You're apologizing for something I'd sell my left nut to have. If it were me in love with your sister, Bobby, you better believe I would have told you to flip off days ago." He shook his head in disgust.

Bobby laughed. Not aloud. He would never laugh in his best friend's face when he went into overprotective brother mode. But inside of his own head, he was rolling on the floor in hysterics.

Are you one of his teammates?" "Yeah," Adam said, and it wasn't a lie because according to some people, both he and Tony were playing for the other team . Which made them teammates of a sort.

I know it's none of my business, but does Wes know that you've got a thing for his sister?

Suzanne Brockmann

Suzanne Brockmann

You don't forget the face of the person who was your last hope.

For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.

You're not leaving me here alone," I say. Because if he dies, I'll never go home, not really. I'll spend the rest of my life in this arena, trying to think my way out.

Sometimes, when I clean a kill, I feed Buttercup the entrails. He has stopped hissing at me. Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.

There's a chance that the old Peeta, the one who loves you, is still inside. Trying to get back to you. Don't give up on him.

What about Gale?" "He's not a bad kisser either," I say shortly. "And it was okay with both of us? You kissing the other?" He asks. "No. It wasn't okay with either of you. But I wasn't asking your permission," I tell him. Peeta laughs again, coldly, dismissively. "Well, you're a piece of work, aren't you?

I'm so sorry," I whisper. I lean forward and kiss him. His eyelashes flutter and he looks at me through a haze of opiates. "Hey, Catnip." "Hey, Gale," I say. "Thought you'd be gone by now," He says. My choices are simple. I can die like a quarry in the woods or I can die here beside Gale. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble." "Me, too," Gale says. He just manages a smile before the drugs pull him back under.

Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had an agreement not to lie to each other.

I know what blood poisoning is, Katniss," says Peeta. "Even if my mother isn't a healer." I'm jolted back in time, to another wound, another set of bandages. "You said that same thing to me in the first Hunger Games. Real or not real?" "Real," he says. "And you risked your life getting the medicine that saved me?" "Real." I shrug. "You were the reason I was alive to do it.

He became my confidante, someone with whom I could share thoughts I could never voice...In exchange, he trusted me with his.

Don't let him take you from me.

In the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too.

Because...because...she came here with me.