Quotes About Devotion

My heart is filled with great love for you," he whispered. Tears sprang to Loretta's eyes. She couldn't name the emotion that caused them, didn't want to. Then, like projectiles from a cannon, the words shot from her mouth. "Oh, Hunter, I love you, too.

My heart is filled with great love for you," he whispered.

Blue Eyes, we have many nights to lie with one another. Forever, yes? Until we die and rot." "Until death do we part," she amended.

He wasn't sure when it had happened or how, but the small woman beside him was no longer his captive; he had become hers.

In one liquid movement he rose on an elbow above her, his broad chest a canopy of bronze, his shoulders eclipsing the light so only her face was illuminated. "You have stolen my heart.

Hunter studied her features, once so repulsive to him, now so cherished. He ran a finger up the fragile bridge of her nose, then traced the line of her brow, acutely conscious of the small bones that shaped her face. Protectiveness welled within him.

You have stolen my heart.

If her face was carved on his heart, his was carved on her soul.

When everyone had been dispatched, he turned to Loretta, one dark eyebrow cocked, his indigo eyes twinkling with laughter. "One wife and only one wife, forever with no horizon?" Loretta's gaze chased off, and her cheeks went scarlet. Clasping her hands behind her, she rocked back on her heels, then forward onto her toes, pursing her lips. "I told you, Hunter, I refuse to play second fiddle.

My arm is yours to lean upon for always. Until snow comes to your hair, eh? For always, until I am dust in the wind.

I wish to be your friend." He leaned back to see her face. "Can I not be both? You have stolen my heart from me, Blue Eyes.

Bertha here, it was different. For him, there was a glowing warmth emanating from this little woman, and, although he couldn't tell her, he knew that for the rest of his life he would feel that wherever she was, he must be near her, at least within visiting distance, and that often.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

I trust you, Jared," she whispered. "I always did. I love you, Master.

I'll never leave here. If I left here, I'd die. And I'll die before I leave here.

What it is like to be any parent. The way you ache when they ache, the way you experience their stomachaches or heartaches or fear in your very self. It's as if, having once been placentally connected to your beating heart, having once inhabited your actual body, your children continue to live there with you. For better and worse, you are never alone again. Parental love defies your apartness from another person.

Lastly, do I vow, that mine eyes desire you above all things.

Do you know what forever love is? Pearl taught me. It's when you love somebody so much that no matter what happens that'll never change. Like even if you're gone. It's still the same. Even if you die. You die, but not the love. Not forever love. Know what I mean?

You don't fall down to love, you climb up to it. There's hard work involved. That's why I believe you can't love someone you don't know. Loving someone is knowing them.

That's the lovely thing about having an animal. You might not want to get up for your own sake, but you will bring yourself to do it for them.

Then he asked, "How long did it take you to love her?

Loving someone is knowing them.

You can always tell what someone loves, because they pay attention to it. No matter what you say you love, what you really love is what you put the most time into.

We are devoted to and love whatever becomes our center of value and find meaning as we live our lives focused on and guided by that central value. In the Christian faith, the ultimate center of value is to be the Creator, the redeemer God.