Best 36 quotes in «entitled quotes» category

Treating your adversary with respect is giving him an advantage to which he is not entitled.

Am I entitled to one mistake, am I after 35 years?

When you’re reminded that God owes you nothing you find yourself more grateful and less entitled.

You can’t argue with facts. You’re not entitled to your own facts.

Everyone is entitled to an opinion… but you may only express it openly once you’ve earned the right to open your mouth in the company of others.

If we conform our behavior to God’s ancient moral prescription, we are entitled to the sweet benefits of life. But if we defy its imperatives, then death is the inevitable consequence. AIDS is only one avenue by which sickness and death befall those who play Russian roulette with God’s eternal moral law.

Most people do not deserve everything they need.

Then he was striding toward me. His mesmerizing gaze pinned me in place as he cupped my face. When his lips covered mine, I gasped. He took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, groaning into the contact. His hands tightened on my face. His sexy groans made my toes curl, muddling my thoughts. Block that out! I was Aric’s wife. I’d wronged him in the past, had consigned him to misery for hundreds—no, thousands—of years. I needed to make this right. Like penance. There was something vaguely threatening about his words. Misgivings about this arose. Too fast. “If you have feelings for him, fight them,” Aric commanded me. “By going to him, you’d be stoking them once more. Don’t you understand? He can find another woman—I cannot. If you choose him, you’ll be consigning me to a hellish fate. As you’ve done again and again. No, this will be even worse, because I’ve had a greater glimpse of what I’ll be missing.” “I just want to talk to him. I’m leaving this weekend,” I said in an unwavering voice. “No, you will not.” His arrogant demeanor back in place, he said, “Understand me, I’m not surrendering the one woman who was born for me alone. Not to a human, not to anyone.” “You can’t keep me here against my will any longer. What are you going to do? Put that cuff back on me?” I held up my hand to stop him. “I understand why you did it. But I won’t be a prisoner anymore.” He snatched up his shirt, threading his arms into the sleeves. “You say you keep your promises now? You made a vow before gods to be my wife. In this life, you will keep your promises to me—before you ever honor one to him!” “You can’t stop me from leaving. I have my powers back. I earned my powers back.” With a cruel curve of his lips, he said, “You promised never to harm me, Empress. Know that you’ll have to kill me before I would ever let you go.” As he strode out the door, I said, “And know that you’ll have to put that cilice on me to keep me prisoner again.” He whirled around, fury in his expression. “You refused—twice—to beg me for your own life, but you’d beg for his?” I whispered, “Yes.” With a calculating gleam in his eyes, he said, “This isn’t an impossible task you ask of me. I could call in ancient favors, contact old allies. They could be here in mere hours. We’d ride out as one.” “T-truly?” “On one condition: you’ll become my wife in truth, mine in every way. Beginning tonight. Comply, and I’ll take on an army for you.” My lips parted with shock. “How can you do this to me?” “Deveaux is lost to you in one way or another. He’ll either be slaughtered by the Lovers—or saved by my female, by her sacrifice.” He offered his hand. “Come with me, and begin this.” “Don’t, Aric! Don’t destroy what I do feel for you.” “I’ll take”—he seized my hand, yanking me close—“what I can get.” Despite myself, I shivered from the contact, from his husky voice. His hold on me was firm, proprietary. Because he believed I was about to become his. The red witch in me whispered, Death thinks he has you at his mercy. But the Empress doesn’t get collared or caged—or controlled. Take his head and pay the Tower. Shut up! “Please, Aric. I’ll grow to hate you for this. I don’t want to feel that way about you. Never again. Don’t force me to do this.” “Force?” Unmoved, he led me toward his bedroom. “I’m not forcing you to do anything. Just as you can’t force me to save your lover’s life. We each make sacrifices to get what we want.” With my heart pounding, I crossed the threshold into his dark world. Black walls, black ceiling, black night beyond his windows. Yet outside I thought I saw . . . a single fluttering snowflake. Like a sign.

There are no dots in Tee's Or cross in eye's There is no connect in child neglect

Even a poor tour guide is entitled to some happiness.

Every man is entitled to be valued by his best moment.

Everyone is entitled to an *informed* opinion.

Everyone is entitled to commit murder in the imagination once in a while, not to mention lesser infractions.

I didn't feel entitled to become a star. I didn't expect it.

I don't work for nothing. I'm entitled to get paid.

If I get a bad review, I dont take it personally because everyone is entitled to their opinion.

We're all entitled to a little stupidity now and then.

Your lexicon is not entitled to slurs; it's time to retire them.

Youth wrenches the sceptre from old age, and sets the crown on its own head before it is entitled to it.

It takes a lot of confidence, and self-love and self-worth to realize that you are capable. And that you have every right to leave your lane, and to do things in the same way that other people do.

Suddenly it all made sense. You're supposed to share. And we just sit here with our belongings and our money, clinging to it, not sharing.

The old think the young are lazy and entitled. The young think the old are incompetent and inefficient.

We are not entitled to ALL of anything, not even ourselves... and rightfully so.

Entitlement? How can you be entitled to someone else's money?

Everyone is entitled to his own nostalgia.

I believe I am entitled like any other person to have the presumption of innocence.

If you only take small risks, you are only entitled to a small life.

Since we had nothing to do with our arrival and usually are not consulted about our departure, what makes so many of us think we're entitled to so much while we're here?

Listen to the whisperings of the Spirit, the gift of revelation to which you are entitled.

People are entitled to the presumption of innocence.

Men are entitled to equal rights-but to equal rights to unequal things.

Never, ever mistreat someone who loves you. Because you're not entitled to that love.

Privacy is not something that I'm merely entitled to, it's an absolute prerequisite.

The pursuit of happiness is in our Constitution. We're all entitled to have the best we can

Those who are entitled to it get it sooner or later.

This is America. We’re entitled to our opinions.” “Wrong. This is Texas. And my opinion is the only one that counts.