Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus,
AnonymousStichwörter: bible jesus promise
A promise made is a debt unpaid
Robert W. ServiceStichwörter: debt obligation promise
I don’t expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses...
J.K. RowlingStichwörter: promise severus-snape
If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the "creative temperament"--it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No--Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.
F. Scott FitzgeraldStichwörter: hope personality sensitivity romanticism promise responsiveness
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The surest way to work up a crusade in favor of some good cause is to promise people they will have a chance of maltreating someone. To be able to destroy with good conscience, to be able to behave badly and call your bad behavior 'righteous indignation' — this is the height of psychological luxury, the most delicious of moral treats.
Aldous HuxleyStichwörter: cause promise luxury crusade
We're like the wicked witch. We promise gingerbread, then eat the little brats alive.
Orson Scott CardStichwörter: promise wicked-witch-of-the-west graff brats gingerbread
Stop fighting me!" he said, trying to pull on the arm he held.
He was in a precarious position himself, straddling the rail as he tried to lean over far enough to get me and actually hold onto me.
“Let go of me!” I yelled back.
But he was too strong and managed to haul most of me over the rail, enough so that I wasn’t in total danger of falling again.
See, here’s the thing. In that moment before I let go, I really had been contemplating my death. I’d come to terms with it and accepted it. I also, however, had known Dimitri might do something exactly like this. He was just that fast and that good. That was why I was holding my stake in the hand that was dangling free.
I looked him in the eye. "I will always love you."
Then I plunged the stake into his chest.
It wasn’t as precise a blow as I would have liked, not with the skilled way he was dodging. I struggled to get the stake in deep enough to his heart, unsure if I could do it from this angle. Then, his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me, stunned, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, albeit a grisly and pained one.
"That’s what I was supposed to say. . .” he gasped out.
Those were his last words.
Stichwörter: love death magic blood promise dimitri rose bridge dhampir stake strigoi
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Someone knocked me down; I pushed Brinker over a small slope; someone was trying to tackle me from behind. Everywhere there was the smell of vitality in clothes, the vital something in wool and flannel and corduroy which spring releases. I had forgotten that this existed, this smell which instead of the first robin, or the first bud or leaf, means to me that spring has come. I had always welcomed vitality and energy and warmth radiating from thick and sturdy winter clothes. It made me happy, but I kept wondering about next spring, about whether khaki, or suntans or whatever the uniform of the season was, had this aura of promise in it. I felt fairly sure it didn't.
John KnowlesStichwörter: spring a-separate-peace john-knowles promise warm-weather
It wasn't like that, darlin'." [Darcy] said quickly. "I swear on my mother's soul it wasn't!"
Bronte bit her lip, trying not to smile. "Your mother is still living, is she not?"
Darcy grinned sheepishly. "Yes, but…just the same.
Stichwörter: humor romance promise
I'm gonna fight for you, until your heart stops beating.
Stephenie MeyerStichwörter: love devotion promise
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