Quotes About Loyalty

And since I'm marrying into the Quartet, I have certain privileges and duties. If you're sleeping with Laurel—" "I'm not sleeping with Laurel. We're dating." "Right, and the two of you are just going to hold hands, admire the moon, and sing camp songs." "For a while. Minus the singing.

Everyone needs] a woman who'll listen, take your side, tell the truth - or not, as you need it. A woman you can count on, no matter what, and who'll love you no matter how much you screw up.

It's about us. It's about trust.

You mess with one Quinn, you mess with them all.

You're the woman in my life," he said. "Another thing about me and my brothers? We look after the women in our lives. We don't know any other way.

Told you not to tell her." "That's not how I work things. That's not how you build a relationship." "Build a relationship." Ryder snorted as he sent the drill whirling again. "You've been reading again." "Blow me.

I'll give you everything I've got, and if you need more, I'll find it and give it to you.

Don't worry.... We are right behind you. Notice, Lilah added with a smile, the direction is behind.

There is no disgrace in staying behind, not when it's the right thing.

He matters to me, too. I know he does. He didn't. Phillip pulled out his hammer to nail the laps. Not as much as he did to you. Not enough. It's different now. I know that, too. For the next few minutes they worked in tandem, without words. You stood up for him anyway, Cam added when the plank was in place. Even when he didn't matter enough. I did it for Dad. We all did it for Dad. Now we're doing it for Seth.

Properly trained, a man can be a dog's best friend.

And not without sympathy, Aidan turned the shower on full cold and shoved his beloved brother under the heartless spray. Oh, the scream but peeled the skin off his face, and the curse that followed battered his ears. But Aidan held ground, dodged a fist when he had to, and clamping Shawn in a headlock, held him mercilessly under.

You belong with us, he said quietly. Nothing's going to change that.

Friends are friends whenever you make them.

The other two of her three kids stood on the covered front porch, tails wagging, feet dancing. One of the best things about dogs, to Fiona's mind, was their absolute joy in welcoming you home, whether you'd been gone for five minutes or five days. There lay unconditional and boundless love.

It was always reassuring to find that something loved hasn't changed.

He stopped at the base of the steps, turned her. You're a good daughter. With a casual tap of his finger, he tipped up her chin. And not a half-bad person, as people go. Oh, I can be bad. If he hurts her, David's going to find out just how bad I can be. I'll hold him down, you skin him. That's a deal.

Old friends are the bricks and mortar of your life.

You don't cheat, steal, or lie. You don't misuse animals or take advantage of those weaker than you. You don't spoil for a fight—which is a rule come to be in the last few years—but you don't walk away from one. You stand for your friends and for your round in the pub. You never touch a woman who belongs to another, and you don't give your word unless you intend to keep it.

He'd been nearly a year without her, and in all those months had run the gamut from rage to stunned hurt, from bitterness to despair, from acceptance to determination. Some species mated for life, he thought as he stood. By God, he was one of them.

but she didn't understand and couldn't accept using that unhappiness as an excuse or rationale for being unfaithful. why didn't people just end it? if they wanted someone else, or something else, why not break it off clean first instead of cheating, lying, tolerating, just existing?

Ti ho amata per più di dodici anni, Cassandra. Ti amavo quando eri la moglie di un altro e quando hai partorito i suoi figli. Ti amavo quando non potevo fare niente per aiutarti a uscire dall'inferno in cui vivevi. E ti amo ancora adesso

One of the best things about dogs, to Fiona's mind, was their absolute joy in welcoming you home, whether you'd been gone for five minutes or five days. There lay unconditional and boundless love.

BY THE TIME SHE WAS EIGHT, MACKENSIE ELLIOT HAD BEEN married fourteen times. She'd married each of her three best friends—as both bride and groom—her best friend's brother (under his protest), two dogs, three cats, and a rabbit. She'd served at countless other weddings as maid of honor, bridesmaid, groomsman, best man, and officiant.