Quotes About Loyalty

The lesson I learned is that the player who looks least engaged may be the most committed member of the group. A cynic, after all, is a passionate person who does not want to be disappointed again.

And Doris had offered to pick up Valentine and Valentine had said, "My friend Pixie is on the way too, if you . . ." And included her, which was what a best friend should do, but then ignored her and refused to use her real name, her confirmation name, the name by which she would—maybe embarrassing to say but she thought it anyway—the name by which she would rise in the world.

Roderick had never had so much company. And they were glad for somebody new. Glad he stayed behind. They argued with him. Why go back there? Who's waiting for you?

The strong old woman was walking away, and in her step there was the sadness of parting with an old but dangerously foolish friend.

Why did you stay so faithful? Oh, I wasn't so good—I was just tired of them. Men. They're stressful. You'll see.

Fidelis was not a religious man, except when it came to his knives.

We never change. Neither our socks nor our masters nor our opinions, or we're so slow about it that it's no use. We were born loyal and that's what killed us! Soldiers free of charge, heroes for everyone else, talking monkeys, tortured words, we are the minions of King Misery...It's not a life.

We never change. Neither our socks nor our masters nor our opinions, or we're so slow about it that it's no use. We were born loyal, and that's what killed us! Soldiers free of charge, heroes for everyone else, talking monkeys, tortured words, we are the minions of King Misery; He's our lord and master!

Lola: Il n'y a que les fous et les lâches qui refusent la guerre quand leur Patrie est en danger. - Ferdinand: Alors vivent les fous et les lâches.

Cuando a los grandes de este mundo les da por amaros, es que van a convertiros en carne de cañón

Sabes que si me marcho es porque te estorbo. No soy un ser normal... soy fiel, te lo aseguro, a mi manera, atrozmente fiel, hasta reventar. Pero me agobia la regularidad de la vida. En realidad, me siento mucho más cerca de la gente cuando la dejo.

I thought you'd be pleased.' 'At the idea of anybody coming to take Meg away? No, thank you.' 'You'll feel better about it when somebody comes to take you away.' 'I'd like to see any one try it,' cried Jo, fiercely. 'So should I!' and Laurie chuckled at the idea.

Well, I left him in my room so my mother wouldn't see him." " 'Cause you hadn't convinced her to let you keep him yet," Mark said reasonably. "Did you leave the cats to keep him company?" "Yes," Augusta said. "And did they become best friends?" Maripat asked, happily sensing the end of the story. "No," Augusta said, knowing she was in too deep. "He ate them.

Wildflowers So rare, To show you I care. You are gold, I'm brass, You should kick My ass But you know I'm your friend. I'll love you Till the end.

Diana and I are thinking seriously of promising each other that we will never marry but be nice old maids and live together forever. Diana hasn't quite made up her mind though, because she thinks perhaps it would be nobler to marry some wild, dashing, wicked young man and reform him.

I had a dog once. I thought so much of him that when he died I couldn't bear the thought of getting another in his place. He was a friend.

I would rather be a devil in alliance with truth, than an angel in alliance with falsehood.

To my dogs," he announced, "I am a legend.

Who wants to be used? I love to read, so books are my main friends. They're always available, always friendly, and always interesting, and they never make me choose sides.

husband. Richard O'Neill.

but why should we have dominion? Are we better than the dog that stays by a master who forgets to notice him? Than the cat who lays the mouse at your door when she is hungry and could have eaten it herself? Than a horse who will keep galloping to please you until its lungs have given out?

If Jessica had been pleased with his work, that was enough. He had bent to his work and poured his entire soul, black as it might have been, into fashioning something beautiful for his lady. His lady. He could no longer think of her as anything else. And that was the thought that left him standing in the lists, useless and fair blinded by the thought of his poor heart being so exposed.

A hint of a smile crossed Robin's features and he took Jessica's hand. "Well met, then, lady. I vow I despaired of this one ever finding a woman strong enough to face him. You must be accustomed to holding your ground." "The tales I could tell you," Richard muttered. "But I won't," he added at Robin's pursed lips. "Trust me, my lord, she holds her own very well. I'm sure the lady Anne will find her much to her liking.

If Richard trusted anyone with his life, it would have been Kendrick of Artane. But trust Kendrick with his woman? Not a chance in hell. He strode across the lists, intent on intercepting Artane's lad before he spotted Jessica.