Quotes About Loyalty

If unconditional love, loyalty, and obedience are the tickets to an eternal life, then my black Labrador, Venus, will surely be there long before me, along with all the dear animals in nature who care for their young at great cost to themselves and have suffered so much at the hands of humans.

Our temptation now and always is not to trust in God but to trust in our faith tradition of trusting in God.

It really works very well, but the trouble is that it feels so godly that much, if not most, religion is a belonging system more than a search for intimacy with God. Jesus was not into tribal religion, groupthink, and loyalty tests. Much of the institutional church is into them, however, and always has been. It works too well to call it into question. It holds us together and that feels like salvation, even if it is a very deteriorated form.

Of course, to be honest and consistent, one must ask if "church family" is not also a family that one has to eventually "hate" in this very same way, and with the same scandal involved as hating the natural family.

The first-half-of-life container, nevertheless, is constructed through impulse controls; traditions; group symbols; family loyalties; basic respect for authority; civil and church laws; and a sense of the goodness, value, and special importance of your country, ethnicity, and religion (as for example, the Jews' sense of their "chosenness").

When you first discharge your loyal soldier, it will feel like a loss of faith or loss of self. But it is only the death of the false self, and is often the very birth of the soul.

So God, life, and destiny have to loosen the loyal soldier's grasp on your soul, which up to now has felt like the only "you" that you know and the only authority that there is. Our loyal solider normally begins to be discharged somewhere between the ages of thirty-five and fifty-five, if it happens at all; before that it is usually mere rebellion or iconoclasm.

When my nose finally stops bleeding and I've disposed of the bloody paper towels, Teddy Barnes insists on driving me home in his ancient Honda Civic, a car that refuses to die and that Teddy, cheap as he is, refuses to trade in.

the truth is, we never know for sure about ourselves. Who we'll sleep with if given the opportunity, who we'll betray in the right circumstance, whose faith and love we will reward with our own. Only after we've done a thing do we know what we'll do...Which is why we have spouses and children and parents and colleagues and friends, because someone has to know us better than we know ourselves.

If she wanted to go back to Boston so damn bad, she should just do it. He said this knowing full well she wouldn't, for it was the particular curse of the Whiting men that their wives remained loyal to them out of spite. By

Outside of a dog," Teddy said, wiggling his eyebrows and puffing on an imaginary Groucho cigar, a whole other Marx than the one Mickey alluded to, "a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read.

Was this what we wanted from our oldest friends? Reassurance that the world we remember so fondly still exists? That it hasn't been replaced by a reality we're less fully committed to?

He paid this boy minimum wage, and Mrs. Harold tutored him in Christian precepts for free from her seat at the cash register. Harold usually hired three of these boys a year. Four months was their average tenure, after which some were lured away by Mammon, in the form of a quarter-an-hour raise. Others just cleaned out the till and bolted. The last had left Mrs. Harold a note in the big bill slot of the cash register that said: "Jesus was a stupid fuck. And so are you.

But I'll feel better about you in Connecticut. People sometimes get in the habit of being loyal to a mistake. They can devote their whole lives to it.

I just want you to know that if you ever need my help again, you'll have to blackmail me.

For she knew the rights and the wrongs… The truths and the lies… The betrayed and the betrayer.

It wouldn't be so scary with us around." Roo said philosophically. Tipping his cup, Parker shook more ice into his mouth and slanted Roo a look. "Not true. It's always scary with you around.

I'm always defending you, and Roo's always been smarter than me. Roo would never get involved with somebody like you." Parker shot Etienne another helpless glance. "Is that good or bad?" "I wouldn't be doing any more talking right now, if I were you," Etienne advised him.

Roo looks out for me. Roo has better sense than I do," Ashley went on miserably. "It's always been that way, ever since we were little. She's always had the brains. And I've always had…not the brains." Etienne's eyes and Parker's eyes met behind Ashley's back. "Not going there," Etienne mumbled.

I'll show you secrets if you stay...you'll never know if you run away...

see 1 Sam. 22:28).

the difference between old friends and new friends is that new friends just haven't let you down yet. She told me that everyone has let her down... ... except for me. And all I could think was, give me time.

the difference between old friends and new friends is that new friends just haven't let you down yet. She told me everyone has let her down... ...except for me. And all I could think was, give me time.

Percy: Don't I get a kiss for luck? It's kind of a tradition, right? Annabeth: Come back alive, Seaweed Brain. Then we'll see.