Quotes About Loyalty

I'm sure Uncle Eddie won't kill him. He'll probably just maim him a little." "No," Uncle Eddie said. "I won't." "Okay," Gabrielle said. "So he'll maim him a lot . But Hale can take it.

Why do I feel like I can't trust you anymore?' I wanted him to lash out. I wanted him to fight, to protest, to argue- to do anything but look deeper into my eyes and say, 'because the Gallagher Academy doesn't admit fools

I'm a spy, Cam. I was born to do this- to be this. It's in my blood. And I will do it until the day I die. It's who I am... The thing is I don't think you realise is... it's who you are too.

But on the upside, I guess we're getting ready to find out if you really only love me for my jet." "I might love you for your jet," Gabrielle said, straight-faced. He smiled a Kat. "What about you?" "Yeah," Kat said, nodding. "I guess that is the question.

I'm an agent of Her Majesty's Secret Service. I do not do booby traps.

I'm sorry if I'm not flirting with you. I'm kind of spoken for.

Kat looked down at her lemonade. 'Do you think he betrayed the love of his life...because of us?' 'She used the name Romani, Kat,' was Gabrielle's answer. 'And besides...' She let the words draw out. Her gaze went to the distance, and there was a sense of peace in the way she said, 'WE'RE the love of his life.' She raised her glass again. 'To family.

That's the thing about spies. Most of the secrets we keep are from each other.

So the quesiton is," Bex said slowly,"How far are you willing to go?" I looked at my three best friends in the world. "How far is there?

Did you say something Macey?' I asked, but she cut me a look that could kill. She reached into her bag, ripped off a sliver of Evapopaper, and scribbled: 'Can we study tonight? (Tell anyone, and I'll kill you in you sleep!)

Will you still want me if I'm poor, Kat?" "What kind of question is that?" "No. Seriously. You're the planner. Simon's the genius. The Bagshaws are the muscle. And Gabrielle is . . . Gabrielle. But what am I, Kat? I'm the guy who writes the checks." "No. You're the most naturally gifted inside man I have ever seen. And I was raised by Bobby Bishop." She made him look into her eyes. "I don't care about your money.

Tell me Zach." I don't know if it was the wind or the adrenaline, but I shivered. "And don't lie to me.

It's the people you hold closest who have the most power to make you bleed.

I'll be here when you get back.

If you don't mind me saying, Mr. Hale. She's a keeper." He pointed in Kat's direction.

Friends help each other when they are...you know...going up international hit men and stuff.

If anything happens, Marcus will save you. Won't you, Marcus? Hale asked, looking up at the man, who nodded. It would be an honor, Miss.

I knew she was right. Of course she was right. Bex was always right. She knew me better than I knew myself. But then again, isn't that a best friend's job?

Enemies are nothing compared to traitors, after all. It's the people you hold closest who have the most power to make you bleed.

But Hale wasn't just a member of her crew who had messed up. He was Hale. Her Hale. And Kat just wanted him back.

After finals and winter break...after I'm back to full strength, we'll go get Preston. Whether Mom and Abby and Joe and Townsend like it or not, we'll go get him. And then...' I trailed off. 'And then we'll finish this. Next semester, this thing ends.

I tell you, I'm half tempted to break into CIA custody just so I can break Joe Solomon out of CIA custody just so I can break Joe Solomon

Like Cammie is fine," Macey said, then glanced at me. "No offense." "None taken," I said. "I think.

You can't really yell at your boyfriend for stealing your seat and your best friend. You also can't yell at your best friend for stealing your boyfriend. Or you can…but Hi seemed like a much easier way to start the morning.