Quotes About Devotion

I will help to my last breath the woman I have loved so dearly.

Very well," said Oak, firmly, with the bearing of one who was going to give his days and nights to Ecclesiastes for ever.

I shall do one thing in this life – one thing certain – that is, love you, and long for you, and keep wanting you till I die.

Clare knew that she loved him—every curve of her form showed that—but he did not know at that time the full depth of her devotion, its single-mindedness, its meekness; what long-suffering it guaranteed, what honesty, what endurance, what good faith.

There are men whose hearts insist upon a dogged fidelity to some image or cause thrown by chance into their keeping, long after their judgment has pronounced it no rarity—even the reverse, indeed, and without them the band of the worthy is incomplete.

Boldwood, whose unreasoning devotion to Bathsheba could only be characterized as a fond madness which neither time nor circumstance, evil nor good report, could weaken or destroy. This fevered hope had grown up again like a grain of mustard-seed during the quiet which followed the hasty conjecture that Troy was drowned. He nourished it fearfully, and almost shunned the contemplation of it in earnest, lest facts should reveal the wildness of the dream. Bathsheba having at last been persuaded

I have danced at your skittish heels, my beautiful Bathsheba, for many a long mile and many a long day.

so that I could only be near you, and get glimpses of you, and think of you as mine.

Your worldly failure, if you have failed, is to your credit rather than to your blame. Remember that the best and greatest among mankind are those who do themselves no worldly good. Every successful man is more or less a selfish man. The devoted fail.

Your eyes are to be my stars for the future.

He admired her so much that he used to light the candle three times a night to look at her.

Then he stood with his back to the fire regarding her, and saw in her almost a divinity.

I Stretching eyes west Over the sea, Wind foul or fair, Always stood she Prospect-impressed; Solely out there Did her gaze rest, Never elsewhere Seemed charm to be. II Always eyes east Ponders she now - As in devotion - Hills of blank brow Where no waves plough. Never the least Room for emotion Drawn from the ocean Does she allow.

You know what that feeling is, continued Boldwood, deliberately. A thing strong as death. No dismissal by a hasty letter affects that.

Matrimonial ambition is such an honourable thing.

Credevo, Angel, che tu mi amassi... amassi me, per quello che sono. Se sono io che tu ami, come puoi guardarmi e parlare così? Tutto ciò mi fa paura! Ho cominciato ad amarti e ti amo, ti amerò per sempre... qualsiasi disgrazia dovesse accadere, qualsiasi cambiamento, perché tu sei proprio tu; non chiedo altro. E allora tu, che sei mio marito, come puoi cessare d'amarmi?»

Her love was entire as a child's, and though warm as summer it was as fresh as spring.

Én csak egyvalamit fogok tenni ebben az életben... de azt biztosan... szeretni magát, vágyakozni maga után, akarni magát, míg meg nem halok.

Ahora, mi amor- murmuró-, eres mío y sólo mío porque ella al fin se ha olvidado de ti, a pesar de que murieras por ella. Pero cada vez que yo me levante pensaré en ti y cada vez que me vaya a dormir volveré a pensar en ti.

The insulation of his heart by reserve during these many years, without a channel of any kind for disposable emotion, had worked its effect. It has been observed more than once that the causes of love are chiefly subjective, and Boldwood was a living testimony to the truth of the proposition. No mother existed to absorb his devotion, no sister for his tenderness, no idle ties for sense. He became surcharged with the compound, which was genuine lover's love.

Me quedaré –dijo Gabriel. Y Bathsheba volvió a sonreír.

that there had to be a place in the world for Mischa, a prime place vacated for her, and I came to think, Clarice, that the best place in the world was yours.

You've met Molly?" "Yeah. She's great, I like her. She'd be glad to see me in hell with my back broken, of course.

All eyes are opened, or opening, to the rights of man. The general spread of the light of science has already laid open to every view the palpable truth that the mass of mankind has not been born with saddles on their backs, nor a favored few booted and spurred, ready to ride them legitimately, by the grace of God. These are grounds of hope for others. For ourselves, let the annual return of this day forever refresh our recollection of these rights, and an undiminished devotion to them.