Quotes About Loyalty

What are kings good for, from the perspective of the common people, except dragging your folk off to fight in other kings' wars?

Thank thee, Will. In mine extremity, I know I could trust in thee.

I used to make people like you as servants.

Elena might think she was the saltspider at the center of the web, but Lesa couldn't allow her to recognize all the layers of machinations here.

Unworthy? I think not, Wolfling. Pure as the will of the pack, thou art.

Just because I don't care for the prowl myself doesn't mean I can't be a pretty good wingperson.

Ian looked around for intervention, but he was used to following orders, and used to obeying a queen.

You have had many lovers, it seems." "I have many liasons," the Elf-knight answered, unflinchingly. "I have one lover.

His life is England's, now.

Thinkst so little of me, Sir Poet, that I must srve the agenda of my mother or my Queen, and I have no passions of mine own?

Thinkst so little of me, Sir Poet, that I must serve the agenda of my mother or my Queen, and I have no passions of mine own?

How long has it been, mistress? Just think: I offer what another cannot. I am what I am, and no apologies. I will not lie to you, promise to protect you, take my use of you, and leave. I cannot, and you will always have control of me.

They were on opposite sides of this issue, and both of them had catastrophically let me down.

I had a giant bug to help me. (In all honesty I was probably the sidekick in this equation. But it makes me feel better to pretend otherwise.)

The news of Will's escape was enough to grant Kit new strength of intent. He'll come for me. He won't leave me here. He knew it, with the same calm certainty with which he'd known that he could not leave Will to take his own place in Hell.

You will be quite safe, Master Shakespeare. My lord Salisbury would never permit you to come to harm; you are one of England's treasures in your very own person. But simply too much trouble to be left lying until things are more certain.

His poet would never disappoint him.

Elaine was stolen away, and I'm willing to sacrifice her if I must.

Sure. A girl can walk away from her dreams of vengeance. I still want to see Valens court-martialed for what he did to me almost thirty years back. On the other hand, he's saved my life twice now. Sometimes things get a little hard to reconcile.

You are a Conn, through and through, Ariane, and rotten with it. But it's also possible that you are our only hope for survival.

Marlowe patted Matthew on the shoulder, and Matthew found himself grinning in naked relief; notorious rakehell, sodomite, and playboy he might be remembered as, but lately Christopher Marlowe was the only person who seemed willing to touch Matthew without some implication lying predatory behind it.

Did his own need, too barely exposed, burn friendship out? Or was he one of those unfortunates who were quite unaware of some element in themselves which repelled intimacy and blighted emotional response? After all, the ability to form satisfying personal relationships did not lie with everyone. It was part instinct, part luck, part hard work, endless unselfish giving. Hope. Loyalty.

The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. The friend becomes a traitor by breaking, however unwillingly or sadly, out of our own zone: a hard judgment is passed on him, for all the pleas of the heart.

We desert those who desert us; we cannot afford to suffer; we must live how we can