The tradition is a fence around the law; tithes are a fence around riches; vows are a fence around abstinence; a fence around wisdom is silence.
I recorded 'The End of All Things' right before I married my now wife. We had no vows publicly, so I wrote her this song and told her, 'This is how I see our relationship.'
When you're old-fashioned like I am, you know marriage is forever. Those vows are a promise.
What I would say is that vows and rings don't change anything: the challenges are the same. Every day is just a conscious commitment to making the next day better.
The trajectory started when I was on the roof of our house looking out at a swamp when I was 19. I had written for several years, starting at about 15, but that day on the roof I took my vows and acknowledged my calling.
I am neither a homosexual nor a eunuch, nor have I ever taken any vows of chastity.
I wish I could fill every young man who reads these pages with an utter dread and horror of poverty. I wish I could make you so feel its shame, its constraint, its bitterness that you would make vows against it.
Some offer their wealth, their austerity, and their practice of yoga as sacrifice, while the ascetics with strict vows offer their study of scriptures and knowledge as sacrifice.
Those who are intelligent tread on the path of truth and adhere to all the rules and vows strictly. They are the ones who become successful in this world and become famous. They succeed in achieving everything they desire.
Why is it that the very people who have fought so hard and so long for the simple entitlement to love whom they choose to love are the very ones denied that right by those who routinely take their vows for granted?
The person who is inspired by good thoughts can accomplish all his vows successfully.
If Marxist theory dictates that the personal is always political, the rebuttal of both 'The Americans' and 'House of Cards' is that the political is always personal: the sum total of our collective needs and desires, vows and betrayals.
By the time you swear you are his, shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is infinite and undying- Lady, make a note of this: One of you is lying
I believe in the vows that I took with my wife. Through sickness, in health, for richer or poorer.
The ideology of strain and consistency vows that things fit together.
Vows are made in storms and forgotten in calm weather.
Your destiny is that of a man, and your vows those of a god.