#bound

I am not bound to please thee with my answer. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#answer #bound #i #i am #please

Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world. ↗

— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

#bounds #break #dark #death #first

I believe a relationship with a country is simply bound to the interests of two countries and not by personal issues. ↗

— Saad Hariri

#bound #countries #country #i #i believe

You are bound to pick up influences. ↗

— Steven Patrick Morrissey

#influences #pick #up #you

You should dress her better, you know." "I'm not interested in putting clothes on her," Adrian called as he steered me away. "Watch it," I warned through gritted teeth, "or you might be the one with the wineglass in your face." "I'm playing a part, little dhampir. One that's going to make sure you stay out of trouble." Adrian gave me a head-to-toe assessment. "That guy was right about the clothes, though. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#richelle-mead #rose #spirit-bound #trouble

Being trapped thus is incredibly frustrating for me, and occasionally I take it out on others. Again, I apologize. Now, if you’d like, I can help you with what you’re seeking.” Knowing I’d probably regret it, I crossed the room and yanked the canvas off the mirror. As before, he was sitting on the table, smirking at me. “Jackass, jackass on the wall, where’s the info on Hex Hall? ↗

— Rachel Hawkins

#humor #sophie-mercer #spell-bound #humor

Training moments occur when both parents and children do their jobs. The parent's job is to make the rule. The child's job is to break the rule. The parent then corrects and disciplines. The child breaks the rule again, and the parent manages the consequences and empathy that then turn the rule into reality and internal structure for the child. ↗

— Henry Cloud

#discipline #parenting #discipline

I have a message for your daughter,” said Cale. “I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind plays with her hair, it may be my shadow passing by.” And with this terrible threat he faced forward and the procession started once more. In less than a minute they were gone. In her shady room Arbell Swan-Neck stood white and cold as alabaster. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#arbell #bound #break #breath #breeze

Whoever sets any bounds for the reconstructive power of the religious life over the social relations and institutions of men, to that extent denies the faith of the Master. ↗

— Walter Rauschenbusch

#bounds #denies #extent #faith #institutions

The hands on the clock never faulted, not for a second. One day ended; and a new began. If there was one thing on this earth that could be counted on, it was that. Time never paused to mourn the dead. That particular privilege is allotted to the living. It is for the survivor to mourn, bury the dead, and leave the rest to the earth. That is they way of it – the way of death - and the misery it leaves behind. ↗

— Patti Roberts

#death #death