Quotes About Devotion

By heaven, I love thee better than myself, For I come hither arm'd against myself.

I'll follow this good man, and go with you; And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.

How does thy honor? Let me lick your shoe, I'll not serve him; he is not valiant.

Acest volum de-amor, amant r?zle?, De s-ar lega, ar fi f?r? de pre?

But come what may, I do adore thee so That danger shall seem sport, and I will go!

My mistress is my mistress, this myself.

Elizabeth was so sweet this afternoon trying to show P.B. his sitting room. He became absorbed in some jungle prints along the passage and would not come. The corners of her mouth went down after the third attempt & putting both hands on his shoulders she said angelically: 'Bertie do listen to me.' He kissed her and came at once.

It almost frightens me that the people should love her so much. I suppose that it is a good thing, and I hope that she will be worthy of it, poor little darling!

And ye shall be hated of all men for my name's sake: but he that endureth to the end shall be saved.

Most people in the grip of depression at its ghastliest are, for whatever reason, in a state of unrealistic hopelessness, torn by exaggerated ills and fatal threats that bear no resemblance to actuality. It may require on the part of friends, lovers, family, admirers, an almost religious devotion to persuade the sufferers of life's worth, which is so often in conflict with a sense of their own worthlessness, but such devotion has prevented countless suicides.

Nature never did betray The heart that loved her.

People have been trying to understand dogs ever since the beginning of time. One never knows what they'll do. You can read every day where a dog saved the life of a drowning child, or lay down his life for his master. Some people call this loyalty. I don't. I may be wrong, but I call it love-the deepest kind of love.

Although the old hound had no way of knowing it, he had stirred memories, and what priceless treasures they were. Memories of my boyhood days, an old K. C. Baking Powder can, and two little red hounds. Memories of a wonderful love, unselfish devotion, and death in its saddest form.

It's hard for a man to stand and watch an old hound fight against such odds, especially if that man has memories in his heart like I had in mine. I had seen the time when an old hound like that had given his life so that I might life.

I figured the lion had scented my pups. The more I thought about anything harming them, the madder I got. I was ready to die for my dogs.

Men," said Mr. Kyle, "people have been trying to understand dogs ever since the beginning of time. One never knows what they'll do. You can read every day where a dog saved the life of a drowning child, or lay down his life for his master. Some people call this loyalty. I don't. I may be wrong, but I call it love—the deepest kind of love.

people have been trying to understand dogs ever since the beginning of time. One never knows what they'll do. You can read every day where a dog saved the life of a drowning child, or lay down his life for his master. Some people call this loyalty. I don't. I may be wrong, but I call it love—the deepest kind of love.

however steady a man is, if he has an unstable wife to whom he is devoted, then there is a corrosion at work on his own foundations.

He moved towards her, and knew the moment he touched her that something had won his battle for him. He took her face in his hands, held it like a cup to be drunk from, and then kissed her. With a serious unsmiling mouth he touched her eyelids, her cheeks, her hair, and sighed, as if for the moment her acceptance were all and there was no further desire in him.

She added, "I've only followed the devices and desires of my own heart." Verity patted her hand. "That's what we love you for.

Lui resterà con me. Non perché deve, ma perché vuole.

She looked at him candidly, without coquetry and without fear. "I live only for you, Ross." A breeze lifted the curtain at one of the open windows. The birds outside were quiet at last and it was dark. He kissed her again, that time on the mouth.

Demelza con la sua femminilità appena sbocciata. Una ragazzina appassionata che si rotolava nella polvere con il suo brutto cane; una ragazza che conduceva dei buoi; una donna... il resto aveva davvero importanza?

Perchè se lei non riusciva ad abbandonare un amico, nemmeno lui poteva farlo.