Quotes about Loyalty
I want someone wonderful. I want a man to love me the way Michael loves you. I want a man willing to fight for me. I want a man who won't let me walk away from him.
— Francine Rivers
Why did you come for me?" "You're my wife." "I left the ring on the table! I didn't steal it." "That didn't change a thing. We're still married." "You could've just forgotten about it." He stopped and glared at her. "It's a lifetime commitment in my book, lady. It's not an arrangement you nullify when things get a little tough to bear.
— Francine Rivers
God does not abandon men, my son. Men abandon God.
— Francine Rivers
Every God demands sacrifice. What sacrifice does your God require?' 'Obedience.
— Francine Rivers
I'm not your father! I'm not Duke! I'm not some gent paying for half an hour in your bed!" His hands tightened on her arms. "I'm your husband! I don't take what you feel lightly. I love you. You're my wife!
— Francine Rivers
Michael straightened. "I still married her, and I'd marry her again if I had it to do over." A simple statement, calmly and quietly delivered, but his eyes were burning with wrath.
— Francine Rivers
You'll have to bury me. His heart lightened. All right, he said. We'll baptize you.
— Francine Rivers
She didn't make life easy on those who loved her, but she was worth it.
— Francine Rivers
The only way he could have her was to shatter this stubborn faith of hers. In doing so, would he shatter her? 'What has this god of yours ever really done for you?' She stood very still for a long moment, her back to him. 'Everything.
— Francine Rivers
Then the cycle would repeat: faith for a generation, then complacency, soon followed by adultery as the people chased after false gods.
— Francine Rivers
And loyalty is a valued commodity. It can be sold . . . not bought, but sold.
— Frank Herbert
Are you already training my replacement? Piter demanded. Replace you? Why, Piter, where could I find another Mentat with your cunning and venom? The same place you found me, Baron. Perhaps I should at that, the Baron mused. You do seem a bit unstable lately. And the spice you eat! Are my pleasures too expensive, Baron? Do you object to them? My dear Piter, your pleasures are what tie you to me. How could I object to that?
— Frank Herbert