Quotes About Devotion

Most parents would willingly sacrifice their lives for their children, MaryAnn. There is no greater love.

You have to commit to us. Just like you're part of Torpedo Ink, I have to be part of you. You have to be all in.

I'm so in love with you, baby, we need to get married immediately. You don't just cook in the kitchen and bake, you actually grill.

He rested his chin on her belly, his eyes that peculiar shade of Florentine gold. When his eyes were that color, his gaze seemed to burn his name right into her bones, branding her his.

He bent over her, a dark, imposing figure exuding power. His silver eyes glittered at her. "Hear me, Savannah. If you believe nothing else about me, believe this. You belong to me, with me. No one will ever attempt to take you from me and live. No one." His voice was low, beautiful, and all the more deadly for it.

Mine. He nearly spat the word. Telling her. Wanting that word branded into her bones. Wanting his name carved deep into her soul. She. Was. 'His'. His everything.

That Malichai had somehow become her world and she didn't want to live without him. There was no going back to an existence of no hope of a future. Malichai was her future.

He could hurry everything else in his life, but he was never going to make the mistake of hurrying his time with Grace. She was too important and everything else could take a backseat.

His mouth moved over her satin skin collecting little beads of water. "Love me back, Shea, love me like this. You are the air I breathe. Do not be afraid of this." His hands shaped her slender form to the hardness of his, caressed every line of her body, found every secret shadow and hollow.

Jacques stroked back her bright hair, kissed her eyelids, her high cheekbones, the corners of her mouth. Every inch of her was his, and he worshipped it tenderly. When at last his body took possession of hers, her eyes held the same message as his, her soul branded forever with his name, his touch.

I love you, Mikhail, all of you, even the beast in you.

He loved knowing she was his woman. Some men needed many to make themselves feel like a man. He had always needed one. The only. Now that he had her, he knew why.

You are my life, little one. We will ask Father Hummer to marry us in the way of your people." His white teeth gleamed at her. His dark eyes were warm with contentment. "I will accept the marriage as binding, and you will erase the word divorce and all of its meanings from your memory. That will please me." He grinned at her, male amusement taunting her.

Do not try to leave me, Raven." The car drew up in front of the inn. "I hold what is mine, and make no mistake, you are mine.

I told you I loved you because I do. Absolutely I do. Every minute I spend in your company, I find I love you more." A slow smile curved his mouth and he lay back against the pillows. "I knew you'd fall for me, woman. It's the way I wash dishes, isn't it?

This will never go away, Shea, what we feel for one another. It never goes away. It gets stronger with each century. You never have to worry about losing this intensity." He felt her smile against his bare skin, the small kiss she pressed into his chest. "I might not survive.

Jacques' palms cupped her face, and he bent his head to hers, his mouth tender, loving, as he kissed her slightly swollen mouth. "I will never get enough of you, not if we live centuries.

He stared into her eyes so she could see the truth there. "I can' lose you, Pepper. Or the girls. Or Nonny. You're my fail-safe." He saw understanding creep into the dark of her eyes. All the beautiful midnight purple sky. The sky above the bayou. Home. That was why he'd recognized her so fast, knew she was the one. Hell. Even the stars were there in her eyes.

I couldn't reach you. I tried, Mikhail, for that woman." He brought her fingers to the warmth of his mouth, pressed them there. "Never again, Raven, will I fail you.

His leopard leapt and raked, clawing for supremacy, demanding they claim her, but that wasn't Sevastyan's way. His woman was going to be his fully because she wanted him. Exclusively. Him. With every one of his flaws— and he had them in abundance.

People must really adore dogs to fondle their warm bowel movements every day.

Everything about Christianity is contained in the pathetic image of 'the flock.

Cuanto peor es el infractor, más devoto resulta ser.

For the grace of God has been revealed, bringing salvation to all people. And we are instructed to turn from godless living and sinful pleasures. We should live in this evil world with wisdom, righteousness and devotion to God. Titus 2:11-12 (NLT)