Quotes About Devotion

When you get alone with God and begin to pray, you learn your insignificance. You see how big and powerful God is, and suddenly, the whole of your life becomes worship and praise.

You only need one man to love you. But him to love you free like a wildfire, crazy like the moon, always like tomorrow, sudden like an inhale and overcoming like the tides. Only one man and all of this.

Before, I wanted to say: "I found love!" But now, I want to say: "I found a person. And he belongs to me and I belong to him.

I gave in, and admitted that God was God.

These people are dangerous because they think they are doing this because a god wants them to do it. It means they don't have to think like humans

If we're not loyal to the things we love, what's the point? That's like not having a memory. That's when we stop being human.

Of all the animals that travelled the long road through the ages with us, dogs always walked closest.

I take it, then, Vijay, you are still a virgin?' Yes, and I find it extremely galling. When Gandhi was my age he had already been married three years.' No wonder Gandhi turned out to be a great man. When you get your love life nailed down that early, think of all the time it frees up to devote to Great Ideas.

Quite forgetting the dying Beast's ugliness, Beauty ministers to him. He tells her that he was unable to live without her, and that he will die happy now that she has returned. But Beauty realizes that she cannot live without Beast, that she has fallen in love with him. She tells him so, and promises to be his wife if only he will not die.

abide close to the cross, and search the mystery of His wounds

He came to read; two or three books are lying open: history and poetry. But after just ten minutes of reading he lets them drop. There on the sofa he falls asleep. He truly is devoted to reading- but he is twenty-three years old, and very handsome. And just this afternoon, Eros surged within his perfect limbs and on his lips. Into his beautiful flesh came the heat of passion, and there was no foolish embarrassment about the form that pleasure took..

You with me baby, cause there's no turning back after this, no way, once I slip into that sweet heat of yours, you're mine, do you hear me? You. Are. Fucking. Mine.

She touched her hand to his cheek, and he turned toward her, his arms coming around her to draw her close, his cheek pressed to the side of her hair. She felt his chest lift against hers as he drew in a ragged breath and held her tight. And then he said the words she'd long thought she'd never hear. "God, how I love you, Hero. So much. So much...

I'm married already—to my work." I

Conclusion #2: Passion Takes Time

It is only when men begin to worship that they begin to grow.

Hunger for Christ keeps us talking to God till our separation is swallowed up in our unending togetherness with him. Till this union is complete, he who keeps our prayers awaits our union. After all, God hungers for union with us even more than we desire union with him. And prayer is the rails on which our two desires move toward each other. Our devotion moves us from separateness into oneness with God, and the resulting joy is worth the journey.

we have no right to claim a love for God while we walk the selfish ledges of disregard for what God requires of us. Utter

CHRIST KNEW IT WAS IMPORTANT TO SERVE, EVEN IF DOING SO INTERRUPTED HIS PERSONAL AGENDA.

Do you want to sing and play psalms? Then not only must your voice sing God's praises but your actions must keep in tune with your voice.

I believe that when you're in love you have to pour your heart and soul out to your partner... or why bother? So in that sense I'm an incurable romantic when it comes to men.

I love you, Papa," I said. "And I love you," my father replied. "I have loved you every day of your life. I will love you for every day of mine and more. My love will never diminish, no matter how many steps you take throughout the world, no matter how many years you wander until your task is done." "I will love you as long as I draw breath," I replied. "And the moment I stop breathing, I will find you. Wherever you are.

I love you, Papa," I said. "And I love you," my father replied. "I have loved you every day of your life. I will love you for every day of mine and more. My love will never diminish, no matter how many steps you take throughout the world, no matter how many years you wander until your task is done.

So I chose one, and Harry kept the other... we have been living happily ever after, building the room that is our love, our home, inside our hearts from that day to this. We build it, still, for as long as we draw breath.