Quotes About Devotion

Remember well, and bear in mind, a constant friend is hard to find.

She needed someone to worship; he needed slavish devotion. They became inseparable companions.

But she was in love, and love isn't about making sense.

The flame in her was slow and deep-he was going to incite it with the fire in himself; he was going to make a blaze to burn down cities, to lay waste cathedrals and castles and plain meetinghouses-to make a world where it was only him, and only her, and this bed, and one flesh.

came to her, not the athletic, graceful leopard of the ballroom at Hanford House but her very own wounded animal. Her husband. Her lover. Her best friend.

Neamh," he murmered. '"Tis Neamh, you are, Olivia.

She gave him a dubious look, as if he wasn't quite right in the head. "Sometimes, Englishman, I do not understand you. I love you, but I do not always understand you." She turned and started across the meadow. He remained where he was and watched her walk away, with her skirts in her hand and the sun on her hair. "I love you, too," he said, but only after she was too far away to hear. "I always have.

Marry me and make an honest man of me in my butler's eyes." He kissed her. "Marry me and save me from having to chase loose women for the rest of my life." He kissed her again. "Marry me, darling," he said once more against her lips. "Because I adore you.

I get up, go and get a coffee, and go do the crossword - I'm loyal to one particular paper, the 'Guardian' - and that's my idea of a perfect morning.

And you wanna know how i know i love you? He asks. I know because when I see you, I smile. I know because when I'm not with you, you're all I can think about. I know because when I hear good news, you're the first person I want to tell. And I know because when I hear bad news, you're the first person I want to talk to.

And I didn't even try to fight the smile returning to my face, as I realized in that moment that I would eat a million pepperoni pizzas for that girl. And she knew. Damn it.

The moment contained all her best hopes and desires. She needed and wanted very little: to be able to gaze upon his face every day for the rest of her life. The place did not matter, nor the conventions of church vows or family alliances or noble ties. He was her love, completely and utterly. As he sank down into her, Meghan gave a little sigh like a moan of surrender but it was not that. It was a sigh of peace, of completion, of a joining that made whole her world.

Me producen escalofríos los que se arrodillan y besan el suelo, los que se flajelan, los que se arrastran y se sacrifican por el Señor y veneran a sus santos y sus ángeles.

Me producen escalofríos los que se arrodillan y besan el suelo, los que se flagelan, los que se arrastran y se sacrifican por el Señor y veneran a sus santos y sus ángeles.

Y por qué no, si al fin y al cabo la religión consiste en clavar obsesivamente la mirada en una imagen que está fuera de nuestro alcance.

She clenched the blanket in her fist, and sighed, and breathed his name, and if she hasn't said it out load, he wouldn't have known what to call himself, because everything was her.

Our world is rampant with idolatry. Cars, computers, television, careers, success, political movements, and religious leaders own our hearts—rather than God. Idols are everything to which we are deeply attached, that take the place that belongs solely to God. These idols are our known and unknown replacements for God. We create them in order to control our world or to attempt to define and control God.

The funny thing is that although we place so much energy and importance on our wedding day, it isn't the biggest day of our life. The biggest day of your life is every day thereafter. Because it's not the pledge to love someone that matters, but the act of fulfilling that pledge that is most important. In other words, it's only just begun.

From we to three. Oh, my dear, I love you so.

You remember how much I come? ~Rush

Alexander leaned down,whispered in her ear,"If he touches you,"he said,lapping at the sensitive skin of her lobe,"I swear I will hunt him down and rip out his heart.

what a thing to do—to give up your whole self for someone else. To love someone that much. To be always and forever there, no matter what. To hold on like that.

Whatever happens, I will stand beside her. ~Lucius

I will become her Gallowglass