Quotes About Loyalty

I want to do this job and I'll give it my heart and soul.

For example, if you tell me my job is to cook the french fries, I will resist anything that threatens the existence of french fries, since when they go away, so does my job. But if you tell me my job is to make side dishes for customers, I'll be open to changing from fries to onion rings or other side dishes, even ones we've yet to invent, since my identity isn't tied to a particular side dish but instead to the role side dishes play.

Oh my God!" exclaimed Jessie the turtle, who alone immediately saw what the good doctor would say next. "And I am sad to say, my friends," concluded Doc Hansom the goatfish, "if the caulking seal breaks before the professor returns, the aquarium will likely drain and we will all die.

Bronchial fix, lung lining expanding again, pounding holes, stabbing me in the back, bacterial traitor, wheezing breath from me, giving me the wonderful opportunity to take panting lessons from Rover.

Orange fluff ball, Rocky is an 18-pound marvel of love, so fluffy, he looks like he's 26 pounds. He scares the local dogs just by sitting and staring at them. Rocky's there for me when I get home, purrs when he wants to, leads me to the food bowl when he needs to, licks me in an attempt to heal my wounds, loves cellophane, red ribbons, left over chicken. Rocky, my best friend, is my orange fluff ball, and I wish I could share him with the world.

It's a cruel world, and unless you're blessed with some talent people will pay money to see, your friends are the only people who will get you where you need to go.

Christianity in my youth wasn't just the right choice; it was the only choice.

Maxilan, darling." Locke raised one eyebrow and smiled. "I knew you were driven, but I had no idea you could smoulder. Come, take me now! Jean won't mind; he'll avert his eyes like a gentleman.

I didn't promise you shit. My dead friends, on the other hand--I made them certain promises I intend to keep.

Jean," Locke gasped out during a brief lull between spasms of retching, "next time I conceive a plan like this, consider putting a hatchet in my skull." "Hardly efficacious." Jean swapped a full bucket for an empty one and gave Locke a friendly pat on the back. "Dulling my nice sharp blades on a skull as thick as yours...

Gentlemen Bastards." hissed Locke, "do not abandon one another, and we do not run when we owe vengeance.

The only person who gets away with Locke Lamora games—" "—is Locke Lamora—

Oh, you know me." Jean reached behind his neck, down behind the loose leather vest he wore over his simple cotton tunic. He withdrew a pair of matching hatchets, each a foot and a half in length, with leather-wrapped handles and straight black blades that narrowed like scalpels. These were balanced with balls of blackened steel, each as wide around as a silver solon. The Wicked Sisters—Jean's weapons of choice. "I never travel alone. It's always the three of us.

Tonight is delicate business," said Drakasha. "Misstepping in Port Prodigal after midnight is like pissing on an angry snake. I need—" "Ahem," said Locke. "Originally, we're from Camorr." "Be on the boat in five minutes," said Drakasha.

Jean ... you are a greater friend than I ever could have imagined before I met you; I owe you my life too many times over to count. I would rather be dead myself than lose you. Not just because you're all I have left.

I don't have to fight or run," [Locke] cackled. "I changed the rules of the game. I just have to keep you here...asshole. Here...until...Jean gets back.

We go now," said Locke, "or I leave you here to die. Understanding is a luxury; you don't get to have it. Sorry.

For Calo, Galdo, and Bug

Heavens," said Galdo in a deep, dramatic voice, "only one man living could have squeezed forth such a gleaming brown jewel—this is the work of Squatting Calo, the Midnight Shitter!

If the whole things goes to shit, just remember to throw yourself down the damn waterfall." "I'll cover your back, the sharp and bloody way.

And will they all hang with with you, for fellowship,and split death into equal shares like loot?" "I am not caught yet

So, uh, just to be clear," said Calo, "none of us are going to be fighting Jean?" "Not unless you're inconceivably stupid.

What do you think of the old boy?" said Jean. "He's got a strangely sunny view of ten years of defeat", said Locke, "but if I get killed in the next six weeks, I want him to speak at my funeral.

Bug," Calo said, "Locke is like a brother to us, and our love for him has no bounds. But the four most fatal words in the Therin language are 'Locke would appreciate it.' Ã¢â'¬Â "Rivaled only by 'Locke taught me a new trick,' Ã¢â'¬Â added Galdo.