Quotes About Devotion

There is no strong performance without a little fanaticism in the performer.

She clawed her way into my heart and wouldn't let go.

Cat lovers' hearts are meow-shaped and covered in stray fur.

...a romantic attachment for chocolate-creams...

I want someone to look at me the same way I look at chocolate.

You are my favorite excuse to whip cream.

An old dog, even more than an old spouse, always feels like doing what you feel like doing.

A dog iz the only thing on this earth that luvs yu more than he luvs himself

If it want for faith, thare would be no living in this world. We couldn't even eat hash with enny safety, if it want for faith.

...[F]aith... A passionate intuition...

Let your faith have the same beat as your heart.

The Bernardo-Benedictines... get up in their first sleep, from one to three A.M., in order to read their breviary and chant matins...

Most people wish to serve God — but only in an advisory capacity.

We strive to be God's worthy audience.

Suddenly, they saw its back end drop down, as into a rut, and the gee-pole, with Hal clinging to it, jerk into the air. Mercedes's scream came to their ears. They saw Charles turn and make one step to run back, and then a whole section of ice give way and dogs and humans disappear. A yawning hole was all that was to be seen. The bottom had dropped out of the trail. John Thornton and Buck looked at each other. You poor devil, said John Thornton, and Buck licked his hand.

We fight best, and die best, and live best, for what we love.

And then there were our sweet stolen moments in the midst of our work—just a word, or caress, or flash of love-light; and our moments were sweeter for being stolen. For we lived on the heights, where the air was keen and sparkling, where the toil was for humanity, and where sordidness and selfishness never entered. We loved love, and our love was never smirched by anything less than the best. And this out of all remains: I did not fail.

But love that was feverish and burning, that was adoration, that was madness, it had taken John Thornton to arouse.

Luchamos mejor, morimos mejor y vivimos mejor por aquello que amamos.

his great love for John Thornton that he lost his head.

La posesión de un dios trae consigo el servicio.

bringing offerings is futile; incense is an abomination to me'.

Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you're sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heart's a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces all at once?" "Mm-hmm." He finished his ale. "That would be love.

Her always is mine