Quotes About Loyalty

D'Artagnan fought three times with Rochefort, and wounded him three times. 'I shall probably kill you the fourth, said he to him, holding out his hand to assist him to rise. 'It is much better both for you and for me to stop where we are,' answered the wounded man. 'Corbleu! I am more your friend than you think - for after our very first encounter, I could by saying a word to the cardinal have had your throat cut!' They this time embraced heartily, and without retaining any malice.

Napoleon has still retained a train of parasitical satellites.

A nation which can prefer disgrace to danger is prepared for a master, and deserves one.

People stuck by others for years and years, in the face of all odds, and it should be relief, not disbelief, that one felt on witnessing it.

It's a different sort of love taht puts up with illness. Old love.

You can go through life and make new friends every year—every month practically—but there was never any substitute for those friendships of childhood that survive into adult years. Those are the ones in which we are bound to one another with hoops of steel.

For that, surely, is what friendship is all about–about the giving of love and the assurance of love.

There are many sick vehicles here, and I cannot leave them. They are not dying, said Mma Makutsi firmly. They will still be here when we come back.

Has he not got a wife back wherever he comes from? Is there no wife to say, 'You must not go off and visit library ladies'?

Mma Ramotswe smiled at her old friend. You can go through life and make new friends every year -- every month practically -- but there was never any substitute for those friendships of childhood that survive into adult years. Those are the ones in which we are bound to one another with hoops of steel. She reached out and touched Dr. Maketsi on the arm, gently, as old friends will sometimes do when they have nothing more to say.

This was loyalty of a sort which was rare in an age of self-indulgence. It was an old-fashioned virtue of the type which her philosophical colleagues extolled but could never themselves match.

If your friend smells of fish you should not try to let it affect your friendship. Everybody, thought Ranald Braveheart Macpherson, knows that.

So much had occurred, and so many of the things that had happened were bad. And yet there had been good things—acts of kindness, acts of loyalty and generosity of spirit; why did we forget these and remember only the bad?

substitute for those friendships of childhood that survive into adult years. Those are the ones in which we are bound to one

course she wanted Jamie to the exclusion of all others—what were the precise words of the marriage service, before linguistic meddling had destroyed its poetry? Forsaking all others? What a powerful, resonant word was forsake. The phrase forsaking all others meant so much more, made its point so much more emphatically than its weaker alternatives.

If the world misunderstands us, as it sometimes does, or is indifferent to our sorrows, as it often is, then the loyalty of a dog may remind us that at least in one heart are we loved and admired without question and without thought of reward or advantage.

The forges of friendship, thought Angus, may be busy ones, but their dorrs are always open.

That's the way things are, don't you think? It's human nature. We do things for people we know. Everybody does that.

and these days I've come to prefer the more steady Bordeaux. I am no longer up to champagne from Ay: it's like a mistress: sparkling, flighty, vivacious, wayward - and not to be trusted. But Bordeaux is like a friend who in time of trouble and misfortune stands by us always, anywhere, ready to give us help, or just to share our quiet leisure. So raise your glasses - to our friend Bordeaux!

Savelitch, whose sober conduct had rendered him worthy of being selected to take charge of me.

Random, meaningless groups can adopt an us-versus-them mentality.

But how do you police friends who do not want to be policed? Already, Jake could sense the dynamics changing among his high school friends. Last week, his classmates had partied out of control.

D'Artagnan: Why is Athos sitting by himself? Aramis: He takes his drinking very seriously. Not to worry, he'll be his usual charming self by morning.

but my friends call me Edmund Dantes.