Quotes About Loyalty

He plainly perceived this truth, the basis of his life henceforth, that so long as she should be alive, so long as he should have her with him, he should need nothing except for her, and fear nothing save on her account.

First I loved women, then animals, and now I love stones. They're just as amusing as women and animals and they're much less trecherous.

Friend' is sometimes a word devoid of meaning; enemy, never.

Books are cold, but sure friends indeed.

As for Toussaint, she venerated Jean Valjean and liked everything he did. One

The peasants of Asturias are convinced that in every litter of wolves there is one dog, which is killed by the mother because, otherwise, as he grew up, he would devour the other little ones. Give to this dog-son of a wolf a human face, and the result will be Javert.

when both are sincere and good, no men so penetrate each other, and so amalgamate with each other, as an old priest and an old soldier. At bottom, the man is the same. The one has devoted his life to his country here below, the other to his country on high; that is the only difference.

But you must have a ladys maid. Don't I have Marius?

La doctrina significa aquello que hace que el pueblo esté en armonía con su gobernante, de modo que le siga donde sea, sin temer por sus vidas ni a correr cualquier peligro.

The two friends set out towards Eve's Apple. It is unnecessary to mention that they had first gathered up the money, and that the archdeacon followed them.

Let your rain be your wife's tears. And let it never rain in your household.

Ils tombèrent dans cette redoutable erreur de prendre l'obéissance du soldat pour le consentement de la nation. Cette confiance-là perd des trônes.

É por isso que me dou muito bem com ele. Ajeitou-se a todas as minhas rugas, não me incomoda nada, moldou-se a todas as minhas disformidades, é complacente com todos os meus movimentos; só o sinto porque me aquece. Os fatos velhos são como os velhos amigos.

and she smiles at me, my best friend, with her long, tangled blond hair and thick eyelashes and her smile that lights up any room. My other half. The girl who took my hand all those years ago and didn't let go until she had to.

She looked at Vianne, and the universe of their friendship was in her eyes - the secrets they'd shared, the promises they'd made and kept, the dreams for their children that bound them as neatly as sisters.

Sometimes being a good friend means saying nothing." "I'm just supposed to watch her make a mistake?" "Sometimes, yes. And then you stand by to pick up the pieces.

They had been friends in the way that only girls could be - they wore each other's clothes and slept at each other's houses and told each other every little secret. They promised to always stay friends.

We'll be friends through jobs and kids and marriages.

Guys would come and go; girlfriends were forever. They knew that.

Best friends forever. They'd believed it would last, that vow, that someday they'd be old women, sitting in their rocking chairs on a creaking desk, talking about the times of their lives, and laughing...

When I care about someone, I hang on with a desperation that borders on mental illness.

I think you stand by the people you love. That was what he'd said, and it was what she would do.

I turn to Kate, see her glowing face and her beautiful green eyes. In them, I see my whole life. Everything I've ever been, and ever wanted to be. That's what your best friend is: a mirror.

Sometimes being a good friend means saying nothing." "I'm just supposed to watch her make a mistake?" "Sometimes, yes. And then you stand by to pick up the pieces.