Quotes About Devotion

he'd been watching her always, he was probably watching her now.

Sister Thérèse of Lisieux?

If we're meant to be, we can't just love each other as teenagers. We have to love each other as adults.

Él entornó los ojos mientras ella se apoyaba en su hombro, y en un instante, ya nada le importó. Ni la canción, ni el local, ni las otras parejas a su alrededor. Solo ella. Se entregó a la agradable sensación de sentir el cuerpo de Elizabeth tan cerca, pegado al suyo, y se movieron lentamente en pequeños círculos sobre el suelo lleno de serrín, perdidos en un mundo que parecía estar creado solamente para ellos dos.

I fell in love with football as I was later to fall in love with women: suddenly, inexplicably, uncritically, giving no thought to the pain or disruption it would bring with it.

I have always been accused of taking the things I love - football, of course, but also books and records - much too seriously, and I do feel a kind of anger when I hear a bad record, or when someone is lukewarm about a book that means a lot to me.

For the first time, but certainly not the last, I began to believe that Arsenal's moods and fortunes somehow reflected my own

Few of us have chosen our clubs, they have simply been presented to us; and so as they slip from Second Division to the Third, or sell their best players, or buy players who you know can't play, or bash the ball the seven hundreth time towards a nine foot centre-forward, we simply curse, go home, worry for a fortnight and then come back to suffer all over again.

I have measured out my life in Arsenal fixtures, and any event of any significance has a footballing shadow.

Someone like my mum would say, Oh, you're just a kid, you don't know what love is.But I didn't think of anything else apart from being with Alicia, and the only time I felt like I was where I wanted to be was when I was with her. I mean, that may as well be love, mightn't it?

He wanted Rachel to be his wife, his lover, the centre of his whole world; a girlfriend implied that he would see her from time to time, that she would have some kind of independent existence away from him, and he didn't want that at all.

I had discovered after the Swindon game that loyalty, at least in football terms, was not a moral choice like bravery or kindness; it was more like a wart or a hump, something you were stuck with. Marriages are nowhere near as rigid - you won't catch any Arsenal fans slipping off to Tottenham for a bit of extra-marital slap and tickle, and though divorce is a possibility (you can just stop going if things get too bad), getting hitched again is out of the question.

I had discovered after the Swindon game that loyalty, at least in football terms, was not a moral choice like bravery or kindness; it was more like a wart or a hump, something you were stuck with. Marriages are nowhere near as rigid - you won't catch any Arsenal fans slipping off to Tottenham for a bit of extra-marital slap and tickle, and though divorce is a possibility (you can just stop going if things get too bad), getting hitched again is out of the question.

I loved him.' 'You didn't know him.' 'Of course I knew him. I listened to him sing every single day. The things he sings about, that's him. I know him better than I know you. He understood me.

Love should have no alternatives; love should be the sole reason for loving; love should spring of itself.

An Anglisc oath is like water. It pours into every part of you, every crevice. You can't hold any piece apart from it.

I am here to love you, to hold you in my arms, to protect you. I am here to learn from you and to receive your love in return. I am here because there is no other place to be.

O verdadeiro amor é um fogo no coração. É um sentimento alegre e maravilhoso. Uma magnífica agonia. É ser incapaz de comer, de pensar e nem sequer de respirar a menos que se esteja perto do objecto no nosso afecto. É não nos sentirmos completos sem essa pessoa...

I believe it is love, but how does one tell?" Her friend's gaze grew thoughtful. "The signs are usually recognizable. When you love a man, he becomes the center of your world. You yearn to be with him, and when you are not, he is constantly on your mind. He brightens your day. His simplest touch sparks passion in you... a tender look fires a warmth in your heart. Life feels empty without him.

No, I won't let you go, Marcus thought fiercely. He was conscious of a savage urge to carry Arabella far away from here, captive, in his sole possession, until she finally agreed to wed him and give him her heart.

Abduction is a romantic expression of passion.

My capitulation wasn't dependent on a legend or a Shakespearean play, however. You were the reason I fell in love, sweet, precious Sophie. His gazed softened. How could I help but love you? I feel joy just being with you. I feel pleasure at the sound of your voice...

Then she kissed him. Her kiss was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.

These things are lost to oblivion like so much about so many who are born and die without anyone taking the time to write it all down. That Litvinoff had a wife who was so devoted is, to be frank, the only reason anyone knows anything about him at all.