Quotes About Devotion

Because I am committed to the truth of Scripture, I must try to understand what Scripture says, even if it transcends my own experience.

There are some Questions, some battles, some Hiccups that are worth losing a world for. And perhaps even when all ends in disaster, you cannot do the wrong thing, if you do it out of love.

You were not my first love, Stoick the Vast, said Valhallarama. But you are my last…

Aika often says that she is the only one capable of loving me the same way I am is the one capable of loving her, and no one will be able to stand my twisted personality other than her and for me to betray her is unthinkable and impossible

There's a belief that to take care of someone else, or to let someone else take care of you—that both are inherently unfeminist. I don't agree. There's no shame in devoting yourself to another person, as long as he devotes himself to you in return." Within

There's a belief that to take care of someone else, or to let someone else take care of you - that both are inherently unfeminist. i don't agree. There's no shame in devoting yourself to another person, as long as he devotes himself to you in return

But still, Liz was unwilling to grant them access to her new and wondrous romance; she loved Darcy too much to prove her love to anyone except him.

There's a belief that to take care of someone else, or to let someone else take care of you - that both are inherently unfeminist. I don't agree. There's no shame in devoting yourself to another person, so long as he devotes himself to you in return.

If I am secure in God's devotion, then I am free to love others without depending on them to meet my need for love.

Orien," Birle protested again. "You can stay if you must." Orien's cheeks were hollow with hunger and he had little strength for anger. "But I wish you'd come. I don't know how long it would be before I could come back for you." So she followed him, since he would return for her.

Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.

I am in love - and, my God, it is the greatest thing that can happen to a man. I tell you, find a woman you can fall in love with. Do it. Let yourself fall in love. If you have not done so already, you are wasting your life.

So I lay on your breast for an obscure hour Feeling your fingers go Like a rhythmic breeze Over my hair, and tracing my brows, Till I knew you not from a little wind:  Ã¢â'¬â€ I wonder now if God allows Us only one moment of his keys. If only then You could have unlocked the moon on the night, And I baptized myself in the light Of your love; we both have entered then the white Pure passion, and never again.

But, Lord, if it is Thy will that I should love him, make me love him - as Christ would, who died for the souls of men. Make me love him splendidly, because he is Thy son.

But I will have it. I will love — it is my birthright. I will love the man I marry — that is all I care about.

Well, if one had to prostitute oneself, let it be to a bitch-goddess!

You, you might marry, a man who would not pour himself out like fire before you.

Ans?z?n içine doÄŸdu, bir güneÅŸ gibi: Hepsinden, bana, aÅŸklar?n?n cesedi ile kulluk etmelerini istemiÅŸtim. Sonunda da onlara, ancak kendi aÅŸk?m?n cesedini verebildim. Bu bedenimdir -al?n,yiyin- cesedim.

To take care of your life is to burn the flame of your life force in everything you do.

Did you ever stop to think that a dog is the only animal that doesn't have to work for a living? A hen has to lay eggs, a cow has to give milk, and a canary has to sing. But a dog makes his living by giving you nothing but love.

If a man will devote his time to securing facts in an impartial, objective way, his worries will usually evaporate in the light of knowledge.

a man whose leadership lay not in his office, wealth or influence, but in the white flame of his utter devotion to an ideal.

Here was an oddity: that in the latter days when laymen owned everything they didn't care much for anything, yet some priests who owned little or nothing developed ferocious attachments for ordinary objects—I once knew a monk who owned nothing, had given it all away for Christ, yet coveted the monastery typewriter with a jealous love, flew into rages when another monk touched it.

If he wanted to pray, she told him, he should go to a church, not the library.