Quotes About Devotion

Standing at the window, reading the menu of Obediah's services, the Minotaur wishes he could believe in what she has to offer: a promise woven into deep lines of his palm, some turn of fate told by a card. But faith is a nebulous thing and charlatans a dime a dozen; it's always been that way. The Minotaur both envies and pities the devout.

I'll have your heart, if not by gift my knife Shall carve it out. I'll have your heart, your life.

There is a god in whom I do not believe Yet to this god my love stretches, This god whom I do not believe in is My whole life, my life and I am his. Everything that I have of pleasure and pain (Of pain, of bitter pain and men's contempt) I give this god for him to feed upon As he is my whole life and I am his. When I am dead I hope that he will eat Everything I have been and have not been And crunch and feed upon it and grow fat Eating my life all up as it is his. - God the Eater

Here is my music. It is all I have to tell you how I feel. Know that your love keeps my love strong.

She had that rare quality: the courage to show love

Och ren måste den som man älskar vara. Annars kan man inte älska henne. Men att älska en människa är också att göra henne ren.

Det är ett faktum som ingen kan bestrida att hon under hela denna långa tid inte en dag vikit från min sida. Om dagarna har hon ständigt varit i mina tankar. Om nätterna har hon varit i mina drömmar.

There's no religion but sex and music.

It was a sacrifice. At that moment, she realized that Valraven too was a sacrifice. Not one of blood, but of something else, perhaps spirit. He had been sacrificed to Madragore.

My interest in her had always been out of the ordinary; something which transcended desire and gratification; a feeling I hoped was reciprocated.

Of all her sons, only Bayard and Leo had remained intimate with her. They were her golden boys.

She succumbed to the disease of love, reliquished her flesh to its fevering infection, opened her mind to its gnawing absesses and sores.

Leeth sat beside Ays and he smiled at her cooly; an aloofness that in the face of a beloved is devastatingly bewitching.

He had sent one of his licky-spits 'round, a lily-fleshed human boy with the glassy-eyed stare of the perpetually supped.

Your love has brought me back. I am coming to you.

Daniel noticed that Sofia glared hungrily at the remains of the fruit as Enniel replaced it on the altar. She looked as if she might rise up, throw herself across the temple, and gorge herself on the sticky fragments.

As I said, he danced on both sides of the coin; master on intrigue and cunning and devoted lover to a damaged man.

He has touched you, enfolded you. You are his.

Take me, Sacramante, I thought, eyes closed. I am yours.

I am yours, my friend.

How could he curse her? It was impossible. What his master loved, he loved.

Pharinet's love for him endured and she would fight like a dragon to protect all that was his, including his wife.

Lily and Owen, he wanted to keep near him, and would not surrender them.

All gods have their Chosen Ones, who through devotion and piety believe themselves impervious to divine plague or curse.