Quotes About Loyalty

Sunt ca un catelus pe care i l-a lasat cineva pe care l-a iubit foarte mult si se cazneste sa faca tot ce trebuie, chiar daca el unul nu se da in vant dupa catei.

Sometimes a friendship is more like a war.

I'm just borrowing him––I don't want him to leave his wife. I'm glad he's married. Let someone else take care of him. It's the way he smells––the way married men smell. I can smell when a happily married man comes into a room, and they can smell me too, I think. So can the wives––that's why he has to take a shower when he leaves me.

It's said the difference between one friend and none is infinity.

Why is it that those who want to destroy everything good about their country are the quickest to waive the national flag?

Your integrity is like a sword, he would say: you shouldn't wave it until you're about to put it to the test.

He was looking forward eagerly to seeing her again. He had coped perfectly well on his own, of course, but it was very reassuring to have someone in your life who was always ready to fight for you, and he had missed that comforting feeling

A person who breaks a promise diminishes herself. It's like losing a finger. It's worse than being paralyzed, which is merely physical. Someone whose promises are worthless has a disabled soul.

Any man who needs to surround himself with loyal acolytes doesn't really believe in himself," he would say. "And if he doesn't believe in himself, why should I?

the war taught me that nothing counts as much as loyalty Bullshit. you still haven't learned that when humans are under pressure, we're all willing to lie even to the people we care? we lie more to our loved ones, because we care about them so damn much. why do you think we tell the truth to priests and shrinks and total strangers we meet on trains? it's because we don't love them, so we don't care what they think.

Abraham was asked to sacrifice his only son. God no longer asks for blood sacrifices, for the ultimate sacrifice has been made. But the lesson of Abraham's story is that God demands the best we have to offer, that which is most precious to us.

They carried Union Jack flags. Why was it, Lloyd wondered, that the people who wanted to destroy everything good about their country were the quickest to wave the national flag?

This was not a political party. It was an army.

Juré a mi padre, cuando se estaba muriendo, que cuidaría de Richard hasta que llegara a ser conde de Shiring - explicó. ¡Pero puede ser que eso no ocurra nunca! Un juramento es un juramento. Es imposible que creas tal cosa -dijo él-. ¡Un juramento sólo son palabras! No es nada en comparación con esto. Esto es real, esto somos tú y yo.

Dondequiera que tú vayas, iré yo, y dondequiera que vivas, viviré; tu pueblo será mi pueblo y tu Dios, mi Dios; donde tú mueras… —Se detuvo, incapaz de hablar por el nudo que le cerraba la garganta; después, tras un momento, tragó saliva y continuó—: Donde tú mueras, moriré yo, y allí seré enterrada».

person who breaks a promise diminishes herself. It's like losing a finger. It's worse than being paralyzed, which is merely physical. Someone whose promises are worthless has a disabled soul.

Any man who needs to surround himself with loyal acolytes doesn't really believe in

Why was it, that the people who wanted to destroy everything good about their country were the quickest to wave the national flag?

A country is mostly the people in it," Maud said. "I don't love England. My parents died a long time ago, and my brother has disowned me. I love Germany. For me, Germany is my wonderful husband, Walter; my misguided son, Erik; my alarmingly capable daughter, Carla; our maid, Ada, and her disabled son; my friend Monika and her family; my journalistic colleagues . . . I'm staying, to fight the Nazis.

had coped perfectly well on his own, of course, but it was very reassuring to have someone in your life who was always ready to fight for you, and he had missed that comforting feeling.

Grigori had become good at that, and in consequence had won the loyalty of his platoon.

Whither thou goest I will go, and where thou lodgest I will lodge; thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God; where thou diest . . .'" She stopped, unable to speak for the constriction in her throat; then, after a moment, she swallowed hard and resumed. " 'Where thou diest will I die, and there will I be buried.

This guy was high on Greg's suspect list. He was German, though he had left in the mid-1930s and gone to London. He was an anti-Nazi but not a Communist: his politics were Social Democrat. He was married to an American girl, an artist. Talking to him over lunch, Greg found no reason for suspicion: he seemed to love living in America and to be interested in little but his work. But with foreigners you could never be quite sure where their ultimate loyalty lay.

There was much talk about why the prime minister had brought back such a troublesome and unpredictable colleague, and the consensus was that he preferred to have Churchill inside the tent spitting out.