Quotes About Loyalty

But of course—so Turnus can fetch his royal bride— our lives are cheap, scattered in piles across the field, unburied and unwept.

Hac gener atque socer coeant mercede suorum: sanguine Troiano et Rutulo dotabere, virgo, et Bellona manet te pronuba.

The friend of my heart

The friend of her heart

With horror he saw that her hair was already afire as the tarred stake burned about her head. He held her agonized gaze with his fierce black eyes. I'll love you forever, and beyond, he vowed as he raised both arms and plunged his sword into her heart. ~Marcus Magnus

Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends. --Bernard, The Waves

Twice Flush had done his utmost to kill his enemy; twice he had failed. And why had he failed, he asked himself? Because he loved Miss Barrett. Looking up at her from under his eyebrows as she lay, severe and silent on the sofa, he knew that he must love her for ever. Things are not simple but complex. If he bit Mr. Browning he bit her too. Hatred is not hatred; hatred is also love.

O friendship, how piercing are your darts - there, there, again there.

If anyone could have saved me it would have been you.

And then she looked up and saw Flush. Something unusual in his look must have struck her. She paused. She laid down her pen. Once he had roused her with a kiss, and she thought that he was Pan. He had eaten chicken and rice pudding soaked in cream. He had given up the sunshine for her sake. She called him to her and said she forgave him.

Flush has grown an absolute monarch and barks one distracted when he wants a door opened," Mrs. Browning wrote. "Robert," she continued, "declares that the said Flush considers him, my husband, to be created for the especial purpose of doing him service, and really it looks rather like it.

when suddenly, as if a shelf were shot forth and she stood on it, she said how she was his wife, married years ago in Milan, his wife, and would never, never tell that he was mad

Non c'era nessuno che lei rispettasse e venerasse come rispettava e venerava lui. Era prontissima a fidarsi di quel che diceva lui, rispose. […] andavano da lei, spontaneamente, perché lei era una donna, tutto il giorno, con questa o quella richiesta; uno voleva una cosa, un altro un'altra; i ragazzi crescevano; a volte le sembrava di non essere altro che una spugna imbevuta di emozioni umane.

Two things alone remained to him in which he now put any trust: dogs and nature.

I adore you, mon petit, and would never allow him to hurt you, no matter how gently or madly.

I would fight of course. Oh, I would fight. Better destroy everything than surrender her.

And now, said Ada, Van is going to stop being vulgar—I mean, stop forever! Because I had and have and shall always have only one beau, only one beast, only one sorrow, only one joy.

Egyvalamit egyszer és mindenkorra, visszavonhatatlanul le kell szögeznem. Csak téged szerettelek, szeretlek és foglak szeretni.

Van tussled with his slightly overweight conscience (both grinning like old pals in their old gymnasium) — and accepted Dick's offer.

I have but followed nature. I am nature's faithful hound. Why then this horror that I cannot shake off?

I would moreover submit that, in regard to the power of hoarding up impressions, Russian children of my generation passed through a period of genius, as if destiny were loyally trying what it could for them by giving them more than their share, in view of the cataclysm that was to remove completely the world they had known.

Who can say what heartbreaks are caused in a dog by our discontinuing a romp

when a company offers a leap in value, it rapidly earns brand buzz and a loyal following in the marketplace. Even large advertising budgets by an aggressive imitator rarely have the strength to overtake the brand buzz earned by the value innovator.

He who does not trust enough, Will not be trusted.