Quotes About Devotion

But of course, in one sense, Dean never died - his existence is superior to such accidents. One must have heroes, which is to say, one must create them. And they become real through our envy, our devotion. It is we who give them their majesty, their power, which ourselves could never possess. And in turn, they give some back. But they are mortal, these heroes, just as we are. They do not last forever. They fade. They vanish. They are surpassed, forgotten - one hears of them no more.

We are first worshipers.  We should be able to go into any atmosphere where there is worship, and throw off whatever sound or style we are accustomed to and worship the Creator of all things.  We deny ourselves-- we are not the center... He is.  Is He not worthy?

This isn't about her. This was never about her. This is about you and me." And he knew without a doubt that Sunny would be there for him if he were poor. She would give him her last dollar. She would take care of him. Not just physically, but emotionally. There weren't many things he was sure of, but he was sure of her.

You see that I am a very little soul who can offer to God only very little things. — ST. THÉRÈSE OF LISIEUX

134: 3-verse, all-purpose psalm: 1) Praise G. 2) Lift up your hands. 3) Be blessed. Would that religion were always this simple.

A dairymaid can milk cows to the glory of God. — MARTIN LUTHER

When I fall in love, it will be forever.

Her heart did whisper that he had done it for her.

I come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is and always will be...yours.

A man does not recover from such devotion of the heart to such a woman! He ought not; he does not.

She was one of those, who, having, once begun, would be always in love.

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own, than when you almost broke it eight years and a half ago.

I love you. Most ardently.

Where the heart is really attached, I know very well how little one can be pleased with the attention of any body else.

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight and a half years ago. Dare not say that a man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.

I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.

You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love you

There are very few who have heart enough to be really in love without encouragement

To love is to burn, to be on fire.

Where people are really attached, poverty itself is wealth.

No puedo concretar la hora, ni el sitio, ni la mirada, ni las palabras que pusieron los cimientos de mi amor. Hace bastante tiempo. Estaba ya medio enamorado de ti antes de saber que te quería - Mr. Darcy

Well, my dear, said Mr. Bennet, when Elizabeth had read the note aloud, if your daughter should have a dangerous fit of illness—if she should die, it would be a comfort to know that it was all in pursuit of Mr. Bingley, and under your orders.

I am determined that nothing but the deepest love could ever induce me into matrimony. [Elizabeth]

Where shall we see a better daughter, or a kinder sister, or a truer friend?