Quotes About Loyalty

You will be warm with me in my lodge? I have many buffalo robes. And plenty food. Meat, yes? And my strong arm will protect you, forever into the horizon. There is nothing to fear." He pressed his hand more firmly against her midriff. "My tongue does not make lies. It is the truth I speak, not penende taquoip , the honey talk, but a promise. I have spoken the words, and they are carried away on the wind to whisper to me always.

He was a Comanche, first, last, and always. Yet she had come to him.

When everyone had been dispatched, he turned to Loretta, one dark eyebrow cocked, his indigo eyes twinkling with laughter. "One wife and only one wife, forever with no horizon?" Loretta's gaze chased off, and her cheeks went scarlet. Clasping her hands behind her, she rocked back on her heels, then forward onto her toes, pursing her lips. "I told you, Hunter, I refuse to play second fiddle.

A-are you going on a raid tomorrow after you take me home?" He glanced up from his work. "With this? His dark eyes filled with laughter as he peered along the crooked shaft of the lance. "Blue Eyes, a crooked tse-ak such as this would kill my friend beside me.

My arm is yours to lean upon for always. Until snow comes to your hair, eh? For always, until I am dust in the wind.

You will be my friend again?" he asked huskily. "We will make laughter together, yes? And you will lie beside me when we sleep, with no fear, because my hand upon you is the hand of your good friend." "I'd like to be friends again--truly I would." "Then it will be so.

I can be a tolerable friend but a very bad enemy.

Bertha here, it was different. For him, there was a glowing warmth emanating from this little woman, and, although he couldn't tell her, he knew that for the rest of his life he would feel that wherever she was, he must be near her, at least within visiting distance, and that often.

I am fast learning that in politics there is no such thing as truth, there's only who's the best liar and how well he's able to twist things to his advantage, and how many cronies he has who lie as well as he does.

I trust you, Jared," she whispered. "I always did. I love you, Master.

It's safe to tell a secret to one. Risky to tell it to two. To tell it to three is thoughtless folly, everyone else will know.

Shut up!" Finn turned, furious. "Look at you both! The only friends I have in this hell and all you can do is fight over me. Do either of you care about me? Not the seer, the fighter, the fool who takes all the risks, but me, Finn?

How could you betray me, Incarceron? How could you let me fall? I thought I was your son. It seems I am your fool. —Songs of Sapphique

He might have been scared but he was brave too. He saved me. Your magic may be powerful, but we are all really good friends and that's so much stronger than any silly spell.

I'll never leave here. If I left here, I'd die. And I'll die before I leave here.

Lord Frederick had been a stalwart member of the Montagne court since at least the time of my grandfather; this I knew. Even more, he had the marvellous ability to pull peppermint drops from my ears, which used to entertain me for hours.

The fear of being abandoned was a strong force in Madeline's life. She'd stayed with a bad husband for years because of it. She also feared that some of her lacklustre and disloyal employees would "abandon" her, so she overpaid them and put up with far too much. As I heard more about her childhood, I realized that her issues stemmed from years of neglect.

Sometimes a scoundrel is useful to our party precisely because he is a scoundrel. V. I. Lenin

I decided that not talking is like a litmus test for a real friend. You can just sit there and be. Not always be filling up the air with words

Don't you dare give up on me.

I guess if you're really a friend, you overlook certain things. Its easy to be friends with someone who only says things you want to hear. I guess if you're really a friend, you have to cut a friend some slack.

Jody picked his way downhill along Highway 22, Worthy trotting along beside him on an improvised rope leash. Jody didn't like the rope. It looked shabby, and the last thing he wanted was to mark the dog's value that way.

As he sat down at the cool Formica table to eat his cereal, he heard Sadie, his curly-coated retriever, awake and ready to go, excited by the prospect of a light on in the house before sunrise. He sat listening to the periodic ringing of the chain-link of her kennel run as she jumped up and hit it with her front paws. Born and bred for just such a morning as this, Sadie recognized a good duck hunt at its first visible or audible indication.

She still didn't like the idea. But she wouldn't question me again. She placed the judgment of her humans ahead of her own, as a matter of courtesy and pride, even if she was always right and we were always wrong. Good dogs are like that.