Quotes About Devotion

Omnia vincit amor - Love conquers all

What good are prayers and shrines to a person mad with love? The flame keeps gnawing into her tender marrow hour by hour, and deep in her heart the silent wound lives on.

Nunc scio quit sit amor.

Unconscionable Love, To what extremes will you not drive our hearts!

Just as, all too often, some huge crowd is seized by a vast uprising, the rabble runs amok, all slaves to passion, rocks, firebrands flying. Rage finds them arms but then, if they chance to see a man among them, one whose devotion and public service lend him weight, they stand there, stock-still with their ears alert as he rules their furor with words and calms their passion.

What good are prayers and shrines to a person mad with love?

Hic pietatis honos?

Omnia vincit amor.

The friend of my heart

her fire whose flame never dies

The friend of her heart

I've never known a musician who regretted being one. Whatever deceptions life may have in store for you, music itself is not going to let you down.

Think of prayer as a fundamental exercise we use to build core spiritual strength. Like exercise for our bodies, it has to be consistent—every single day—to build strength.

Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you.

Life and a lover

In case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you.

For such gestures one falls hopelessly in love for a lifetime

And then she looked up and saw Flush. Something unusual in his look must have struck her. She paused. She laid down her pen. Once he had roused her with a kiss, and she thought that he was Pan. He had eaten chicken and rice pudding soaked in cream. He had given up the sunshine for her sake. She called him to her and said she forgave him.

I like your energy. I love your legs. I long to see you.

Long ago I realized that no other person would be to me what you are.

She had a right to his arm, though it was without feeling. He would give her, who was so simple, so impulsive, only twenty-four, without friends in England, who had left Italy for his sake, a piece of bone.

Flush has grown an absolute monarch and barks one distracted when he wants a door opened," Mrs. Browning wrote. "Robert," she continued, "declares that the said Flush considers him, my husband, to be created for the especial purpose of doing him service, and really it looks rather like it.

Mrs. Dalloway raised her hand to her eyes, and, as the maid shut the door to, and she heard the swish of Lucy's skirts, she felt like a nun who has left the world and feels fold round her the familiar veils and the response to old devotions.

Sólo el cielo sabe por qué lo amamos tanto.