Oath Quotes

Hear my words and bear witness to my vow. Night gathers and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.

— That's a good one! Mine is to pilot a commercial jet.
— Now you only have to find a planeload of people... whose resolution is to plummet to their deaths.

Friends

Season 5

I'd make you swear on a Bible, but holy stuff makes your skin sizzle.

— You are no knight.
— You have forsaken every vow you ever took. So many vows. They make you swear and swear. Defend the king, obey the king, obey your father, protect the innocent, defend the weak. But what if your father despises the king? What if the king massacres the innocent? It's too much. No matter what you do, you're forsaking one vow or another.

Vows made in storm forgotten in calm.

Thomas Fuller

promises

Beautiful Quotes

The vow is simple, really. Those who take it promise to stay together for better or for worse. For richer or for poorer. In sickness and in health. To honor and to cherish. Forsaking all others. Until death do us part. Yes, the vow is simple. Finding someone worthy of such a promise is the hard part. But if we can, that's when we begin to live happily ever after.

I'm not gonna swear an oath I can't uphold. Talk about my father if you want. Tell me that's the attitude that got him killed. But when enough people make false promises, words stop meaning anything. Then there are no more answers, only better and better lies. And lies won't help us in this fight.

For 8,000 years the Night's Watch have sworn an oath to be the shield that guards the realms of men. And for 8,000 years, we've fallen short of that oath. You belong to the realms of men. All of you.

Juravi lingua, mentem injuratam rego.

Cicero

Entreat me not to leave thee,
Or return from following after thee—
For whither thou goest, I will go,
And where thou lodgest, I will lodge.
Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.
Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried.
The Angel do so to me, and more also,
If aught but death part thee and me.

You have my word and my word is my bond.

Never mind the things I said before
I overstated and I shouldn't have sworn
That I'm too far gone
Can I ever be too far gone?

Sir Sly

Too Far Gone

opportunities

— She's bound by an oath. She may not kill, for her own life. It is myself that kills for her.
— And I.
— And I, milady.

A thousand years ago, we three made an eternal vow. To protect each other. Always and forever. Freya, that vow now includes you. As it includes my daughter. She is my heart and soul. Right now she's out there. Alone in the darkness. Fighting. We can't give up.

The Originals

Season 4

Episode 12

Niklaus «Klaus» Mikaelson

family

— Wherever thou goest, I will go. And where thou lodgest, I will lodge.
— Thy people will be my people. And thy god my god. And where thou diest, shall I die, and there will I be buried.

Never one to turn his back on a fight, Rigwarl was known for battling the biggest, meanest scrappers he could get his hands on. Christened Bristleback by the drunken crowds, he waded into backroom brawls in every road tavern between Slom and Elze, until his exploits finally caught the eye of a barkeep in need of an enforcer. For a bit of brew, Bristleback was hired to collect tabs, keep the peace, and break the occasional leg or two (or five, in the case of one unfortunate web-hund). After indulging in a night of merriment during which bodily harm was meted out in equal parts upon both delinquent patrons and his own liver, Bristleback finally met his match. "Your tusks offend me, sir," he was heard to drunkenly slur to one particularly large fellow from the northern wastes whose bill had come due. What followed was a fight for the ages. A dozen fighters jumped in. No stool was left unbroken, and in the end, the impossible happened: the tab went unpaid. Over the weeks that followed, Bristleback's wounds healed, and his quills grew back; but an enforcer's honor can be a prickly thing. He paid the tab from his own coin, vowing to track down this northerner and extract redemption. And then he did something he'd never done before: he actually trained, and in so doing made a startling discovery about himself. A smile peeled back from his teeth as he flexed his quills. Turning his back to a fight might be just the thing.