You have heard that it was said, ‘YOU SHALL NOT COMMIT ADULTERY’;
but I say to you that everyone who looks at a woman with lust for her has already committed adultery with her in his heart.
“If your right eye makes you stumble, tear it out and throw it from you; for it is better for you to lose one of the parts of your body, than for your whole body to be thrown into hell.
I can’t commit. I just can’t. I could say I’m sorry but I’m really not sorry at all. I know what I want and I will not disregard that just to make you happy. I love you.
to commit means to stick with something. for example commiting to your aprtenr might mean deciding that you want to spend the rest of your life with them. Or commiting murder means that they annoyed the hell out of you so you decided to kill them.
It’s time to commit to something I thought over my morning coffee. Anything. I looked at the steaming mug in front of me. All the times I swore I would give up caffeine came back to me.
There are several things you can commit to. I like to commit to worthwhile goals. Right now I’m committed to becoming a better person. A compassionate, loving person. Better than now. Better than before. I want to commit to that.
Commit to smoking. I mean, just do it, whatever. But here I am, fighting the demons and trying to stay away from all this. Instead of smoking, I want to commit to myself, body and soul
Commitment will never be something he’d get good at, Abraham knew with certainty. It wasn’t getting the girls, that he was perfectly fine at. But keeping them?
No, Abraham decided, it was the same as with his puppy. For two weeks they had gotten along perfectly, but then he had gotten bored and neglected teh creature, leaving the poor pup to be taken care of by his overburdened mum.
Why is it I can only commit to trivial things like video games? Not even the “good” video games either that require a lot of thought and strategy. I play the Sims. Not that the Sims isn’t a good game, but you hardly need to think while you’re playing it. Another thing I find easy to commit to is reading books. Not good books, either. Not bad ones. Just… average. And by the end of it all, I feel no sense of having enjoyed reading them. I just feel a sense of accomplishment upon having finished them.
“You’ve gotta commit to this, Joe, if you ever want this to work!”
He looks up at me lazily, one foot dangling over the edge of the couch. “Who says I want this to work?”
“ME!!!” I scream. “You’ve GOT to be kidding me, right?”
He sighs.
For once in my life I am finding myself completely committed to him. There is no one else I would rather be with than him. This is something new and original and I am so far from ready to give it up.
NOOOOOO. I dont want to. too scary. how do i know its right? how do i know theyll be there forever? how do i know now that i want to be with them forever? i cant do it!!!
He knew this sin would have great consequences, and that retribution would be sought, but his heart desired what it had been drawn to in the silent quivering chambers of his soul since before time was time and light existed. He could not turn away now. Even in death he would never regret the act he was about to commit.
The struggle to begin the process is a tough one to deal with day in and day out. The decision to commit without hindrance of the fear of failure, even to embrace it as a possibility, is always better than the alternative of stagnation, getting nothing done and losing the day altogether.
commiting to what a relationship now that’s just a lie, love doesn’t really exist and it’s impossible for one person to really completely commit their entire lives to another, but commitment to family will always exist in some respect, there’s also commitment to your job and your live really you can only commit to yourself in the end is all
comitto, comittere, comisi, comissus – to join together.
you take his hand as you stand at the altar, squeezing it for a bit of reassurance.
as the justice says his final words, you look into your lover’s eyes and smile,
knowing that the commitment you both just embarked on will be a wonderful one.
his eyes gaze into yours, and yours into his, and you lean into a kiss,
blissfully at peace with one another.
It’s rather difficult to commit. To anything. I learned this the easy way: from observing the relationships of those around me. I myself am too afraid of being hurt to commit to anything. Luckily, I have my friends as examples–as people I can use. I know it sounds mean, but it has saved me from possible heartbreak.
It’s rather difficult to commit. To anything. I learned this the easy way: from observing the relationships of those around me. I myself am to afraid of being hurt to commit to anything. Luckily, I have my friends as examples–as people I can use. I know it sounds mean, but it has saved me from possible heartbreak.
to this day i promise to commit myself to you. i will give my heart and soul the beat of my heart and each and every breath i take to you. you have my full attention and my full commitment.
To commit to something is to agree to overlook the shortcomings of it and give it your attention. This need not be in a relationship – it can be something you work on. When you are commited to something you make an unbreakable obligation to see it through to the end. Ending a commitment is oxymoronic.
She considered in an affliction.
The boys would come to call, and while she loved the attention, she could never just accept their sweaty fumblings on her porch on warm evenings, bugs swarming over the single-bulb light her father insisted stay on when callers were present.
Many had tried, but everyone failed. She’d sit on her hands, or maybe play with a dark braid from her mane of hair, looking softly at her lap and not saying much. They’d just give up, walk away sullenly, some even angrily, swatting at the honeysuckle bush with closed fists.
In the end, she couldn’t commit to them. She tore through their insecurities with brown cow eyes.
And would shed more hot, salty tears for her cold, calloused heart.
what to do when you say yr gonna do something. never letting people down. Always owning up to yr obligations. Doing what you say yr gonna do with out not doing it.
Jail, that’s what the judge said. I gasped. How could it have come to this. But I guess when you are pushed to extemes you’ll do anything. If only, if only. Like mud pies these if onlys. If only I had thought about this on the day in June that I opened that letter.
“I know!” Jack shouted back, even though he probably had no business shouting at her. “I knew what kind of commitment it was from the start! All i’m saying is that instead of laying low and letting this guy get away with stealing our dragon egg we should be going after him! What if he sells it? What then? Will we be following what ever crumb trail we can to find it for the rest of our lives?”
Avel looked about ready to cry. She hated being yelled at, and she missed her dragon terribly. Draconis was the mother dragon of the egg, and she had also been Avel’s companion. She was already pretty old when they had met, and now this dragon egg was all she had left of her dearly departed friend. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she took a look at Jack.
“What if we get caught by the River hunters? You know that they are damn good trackers, and they’ll probably follow us right to the egg and take it for themselves. Not to mention, put us in jail for even having it.”
It’s hard for me to commit to anything. At twenty five my friends say it’s because I still haven’t found true love even once. Of course, they’ve all found what they believe to have been true love, not just once but multiple times. What’s wrong with me? Maybe I’m just unlucky, or lucky. From the way true love seems to eat them up inside, they won’t make it to forty.
this is something that everybody should be scared of, and avoid at ALL costs. It is up there with genocide and terminal cancer in terms of the things the world would be better without. Anybody who does so, is an idiot and start raving mad. In fact, the only the thing they should be committed to is a mental asylum.
If I commit myself to you, will we be all that we commit? I cannot stand by and be the friend who later will not be there to hold your heart with hands of care.
commitment is difficult, unless you have a strong faith in something.
You have heard that it was said, ‘YOU SHALL NOT COMMIT ADULTERY’;
but I say to you that everyone who looks at a woman with lust for her has already committed adultery with her in his heart.
“If your right eye makes you stumble, tear it out and throw it from you; for it is better for you to lose one of the parts of your body, than for your whole body to be thrown into hell.
I can’t commit. I just can’t. I could say I’m sorry but I’m really not sorry at all. I know what I want and I will not disregard that just to make you happy. I love you.
to commit means to stick with something. for example commiting to your aprtenr might mean deciding that you want to spend the rest of your life with them. Or commiting murder means that they annoyed the hell out of you so you decided to kill them.
Commit to one another, because nothing else in the world matters.
It’s time to commit to something I thought over my morning coffee. Anything. I looked at the steaming mug in front of me. All the times I swore I would give up caffeine came back to me.
never fully commit yourself to a situation until you know everything about it.
There are several things you can commit to. I like to commit to worthwhile goals. Right now I’m committed to becoming a better person. A compassionate, loving person. Better than now. Better than before. I want to commit to that.
COMMIT this to memory!
Great album/song by Motion City Soundtrack. I love thier music. Geniuses, I swear. I’d love to see them live.
There are a lot of things we commit to memory, as well as many more that we allow to slip from our minds so easily.
Commit to smoking. I mean, just do it, whatever. But here I am, fighting the demons and trying to stay away from all this. Instead of smoking, I want to commit to myself, body and soul
he said move my clothes
into his closet, socks and
underwear… said no
Commitment will never be something he’d get good at, Abraham knew with certainty. It wasn’t getting the girls, that he was perfectly fine at. But keeping them?
No, Abraham decided, it was the same as with his puppy. For two weeks they had gotten along perfectly, but then he had gotten bored and neglected teh creature, leaving the poor pup to be taken care of by his overburdened mum.
to what? life, laughter, pain, all of the above? can be scary or exhilarating or both. actually, it always.
Arrgghh! I can’t commit to this new idea. I need to commit to it (and do it) or forget about it.
Why is it I can only commit to trivial things like video games? Not even the “good” video games either that require a lot of thought and strategy. I play the Sims. Not that the Sims isn’t a good game, but you hardly need to think while you’re playing it. Another thing I find easy to commit to is reading books. Not good books, either. Not bad ones. Just… average. And by the end of it all, I feel no sense of having enjoyed reading them. I just feel a sense of accomplishment upon having finished them.
I commit myself to living the very best life I can. Live in the now, be in the present. Aim for clarity.
“You’ve gotta commit to this, Joe, if you ever want this to work!”
He looks up at me lazily, one foot dangling over the edge of the couch. “Who says I want this to work?”
“ME!!!” I scream. “You’ve GOT to be kidding me, right?”
He sighs.
For once in my life I am finding myself completely committed to him. There is no one else I would rather be with than him. This is something new and original and I am so far from ready to give it up.
NOOOOOO. I dont want to. too scary. how do i know its right? how do i know theyll be there forever? how do i know now that i want to be with them forever? i cant do it!!!
love
appriciate
put thought into
care
trust
for others not oneself
to someone else
effort.
He knew this sin would have great consequences, and that retribution would be sought, but his heart desired what it had been drawn to in the silent quivering chambers of his soul since before time was time and light existed. He could not turn away now. Even in death he would never regret the act he was about to commit.
That was the one thing he feared. “Commitment.” It rang through him like prison shackles, forming around his wrists, chafing into his skin.
The struggle to begin the process is a tough one to deal with day in and day out. The decision to commit without hindrance of the fear of failure, even to embrace it as a possibility, is always better than the alternative of stagnation, getting nothing done and losing the day altogether.
commiting to what a relationship now that’s just a lie, love doesn’t really exist and it’s impossible for one person to really completely commit their entire lives to another, but commitment to family will always exist in some respect, there’s also commitment to your job and your live really you can only commit to yourself in the end is all
comitto, comittere, comisi, comissus – to join together.
you take his hand as you stand at the altar, squeezing it for a bit of reassurance.
as the justice says his final words, you look into your lover’s eyes and smile,
knowing that the commitment you both just embarked on will be a wonderful one.
his eyes gaze into yours, and yours into his, and you lean into a kiss,
blissfully at peace with one another.
All I wanted was for you to commit. You love other girls. You have committed once before. I want to be next.
It’s rather difficult to commit. To anything. I learned this the easy way: from observing the relationships of those around me. I myself am too afraid of being hurt to commit to anything. Luckily, I have my friends as examples–as people I can use. I know it sounds mean, but it has saved me from possible heartbreak.
It’s rather difficult to commit. To anything. I learned this the easy way: from observing the relationships of those around me. I myself am to afraid of being hurt to commit to anything. Luckily, I have my friends as examples–as people I can use. I know it sounds mean, but it has saved me from possible heartbreak.
In order to commit, you have to believe in and totally understand what it is you are committing to.
to this day i promise to commit myself to you. i will give my heart and soul the beat of my heart and each and every breath i take to you. you have my full attention and my full commitment.
To commit to something is to agree to overlook the shortcomings of it and give it your attention. This need not be in a relationship – it can be something you work on. When you are commited to something you make an unbreakable obligation to see it through to the end. Ending a commitment is oxymoronic.
Yes she loved you. But the pain of commitment was too unbearable for the wild girl inside.
She considered in an affliction.
The boys would come to call, and while she loved the attention, she could never just accept their sweaty fumblings on her porch on warm evenings, bugs swarming over the single-bulb light her father insisted stay on when callers were present.
Many had tried, but everyone failed. She’d sit on her hands, or maybe play with a dark braid from her mane of hair, looking softly at her lap and not saying much. They’d just give up, walk away sullenly, some even angrily, swatting at the honeysuckle bush with closed fists.
In the end, she couldn’t commit to them. She tore through their insecurities with brown cow eyes.
And would shed more hot, salty tears for her cold, calloused heart.
what to do when you say yr gonna do something. never letting people down. Always owning up to yr obligations. Doing what you say yr gonna do with out not doing it.
Jail, that’s what the judge said. I gasped. How could it have come to this. But I guess when you are pushed to extemes you’ll do anything. If only, if only. Like mud pies these if onlys. If only I had thought about this on the day in June that I opened that letter.
“I know!” Jack shouted back, even though he probably had no business shouting at her. “I knew what kind of commitment it was from the start! All i’m saying is that instead of laying low and letting this guy get away with stealing our dragon egg we should be going after him! What if he sells it? What then? Will we be following what ever crumb trail we can to find it for the rest of our lives?”
Avel looked about ready to cry. She hated being yelled at, and she missed her dragon terribly. Draconis was the mother dragon of the egg, and she had also been Avel’s companion. She was already pretty old when they had met, and now this dragon egg was all she had left of her dearly departed friend. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she took a look at Jack.
“What if we get caught by the River hunters? You know that they are damn good trackers, and they’ll probably follow us right to the egg and take it for themselves. Not to mention, put us in jail for even having it.”
He wasn’t ready to commit. He knew he’d been burned and he was wary about opening his heart again.
Commit. Should he, shouldn’t he.
In the end, loneliness seemed a better choice than more pain.
It’s hard for me to commit to anything. At twenty five my friends say it’s because I still haven’t found true love even once. Of course, they’ve all found what they believe to have been true love, not just once but multiple times. What’s wrong with me? Maybe I’m just unlucky, or lucky. From the way true love seems to eat them up inside, they won’t make it to forty.
this is something that everybody should be scared of, and avoid at ALL costs. It is up there with genocide and terminal cancer in terms of the things the world would be better without. Anybody who does so, is an idiot and start raving mad. In fact, the only the thing they should be committed to is a mental asylum.
If I commit myself to you, will we be all that we commit? I cannot stand by and be the friend who later will not be there to hold your heart with hands of care.