Quotes About Loyalty

tried to do you proud.

I have known kings and criminals. I prefer criminals. They cheat, steal and betray, but at least you don't have to worship them while they do it.

Luther describes how backbiters are like hyenas or dogs who dig up stinking human corpses, pullulating with decay and full of worms, and bite into them—"Ugh, what a dreadful monster the backbiter is!

He ordered them to "read how you treated your King David and all pious kings, yes, the holy prophets and people, and don't treat us heathens as dogs," positioning the Jews as the enemies of the Old Testament heroes and repeatedly invoking Jesus as the Messiah who had been crucified by the Jews.

We did not choose to be the guardians of the gate, but there is no one else.

Hug your friends tight, but your enemies tighter hug em so tight they cant wiggle.

About Edgar J Hoover "I'd rather have him inside the tent pissing out, than outside the tent pissing in"

A servant does what his massa says and goes where his massa sends him and doesn't quit until the job is done.

The only way to grow in faith is to put your faith to the test. You must place yourself in His hands and let Him prove himself faithful. Unless you make up your mind to trust Him, you'll never know that Yahweh is faithful.

Our faith often grows stronger when we have to defend our beliefs, the same way that patriotism flowers and blooms when our country is threatened.

I need your trust in this, Alec. Can you give it?" Alec looked sidelong at the fire for a long moment, then locked eyes with him again, and replied in halting Aurenfaie, "Rei phoril tos tokun meh brithir, vri sh'ruit'ya." Though you thrust your dagger at my eyes, I will not flinch. A solemn oath, and one Seregil had pledged him not so long ago.

Who is that?" Alec asked, puzzled by the man's silence. "That's Rhiri. He's deaf, mute, and absolutely loyal. Best servant I ever found.

Everything we do, talí, we do with honor.

Seregil, that hurts." Alec's soft, tense voice brought him back and he found himself clutching the boy's shoulder. He hurriedly released him and sat back. Alec closed cold fingers over his own. "What is it? You look like you've just seen your own ghost." A desperate ache lanced thorugh Seregil as he looked down into those dark blue eyes. if you let slip the slightest detail Damn you, Nysander! "I can't tell you, talí , because I'd only have to lie.

This Captain Rhal of yours sounds like someone worth knowing," Micum said. "I've thought so ever since you told how he let you go that night." "Micum told me something of your trip, but I'd like to hear your version of it," said Kari. "Did he really fancy Seregil, Alec?" Alec grinned. "I half fancied him myself, when he was all prettied up.

Ah, Seregil," Kari exclaimed, wiping her eyes with the corner of her apron. "I've never known anyone who could get himself into such messes, and then right back out again!" "It would have been considerably more difficult if Alec hadn't been such a faithful defender of my virtue." Seregil gave Alec a courtly nod. "My lady," Alec murmured, rising to give him a bow of such elaborate solemnity that they all burst out laughing again.

Still clutching each other by the arm, they turned to watch the last stones plummet over the edge. "I don't know how many times a day I can stand to watch you almost die," Seregil gasped. "Twice is my limit," croaked Alec, sinking to his knees.

Cursed be the weapon that tastes the blood of a friend.

Anything we do, talí, we do with honor.

I was chosen, too, you fatherless son of a whore. [...] But it's my people at the Cockerel that I'll kill you for, and for what you did to Alec. For the runners and keeks you used and betrayed, the innocents who've died at your order. Hell, I'll kill you for the sheer fun of it. Come on, Lord Eater of Shit. Let's get this over with.

Imagine—Lord Seregil and Lord Alec slapped up in the Red Tower for common housebreaking? No one knows what we really are, or what we've done for Skala. It would just be shame and dishonor, and for what? Because some titled slip of a girl couldn't keep her skirts down on Mourning Night, then decided she wanted a proper marriage? For that, I risk losing you?

Too many believe that love is a condition, a feeling that involves 100 percent of the heart, something that happens to you. They disassociate love from the mind and, therefore, from agency. In commanding us to love, the Lord refers to something much deeper than romance — a love that is the most profound form of loyalty. He is teaching us that love is something more than feelings of the heart; it is also a covenant we keep with soul and mind.

Our earliest considerable specimens of the growth of modern languages come from the time of his grandsons, two of whom when combining against a third exchanged oaths of fidelity in languages which each other's troops could understand and which show us early stages in the development of the French and German languages.

Serena looked through the violently rotating flames and saw Vanessa, Jimena, and Catty running toward her. They looked like goddesses; Vanessa dressed in shimmering blue, Jimena in lightning-strike silver, and Catty in wild strawberry pink, their hair bouncing in silky soft swirls with each step.