Quotes About Devotion

When you seek God, seek Him in your heart. – Yunus Emre

The perfect mystic is not an ecstatic devotee lost in contemplation of Oneness, nor a saintly recluse shunning all commerce with mankind, but "the true saint" goes in and out amongst the people and eats and sleeps with them and buys and sells in the market and marries and takes part in social intercourse, and never forgets God for a single moment. – Abu Said ibn Abi al-Khair

The fire of devotion within the heart, ignited by the glance of the Beloved, contains the secret of divine consciousness, sirr allah. Sirr Allah is a spiritual substance within the innermost chamber of the heart, the heart of hearts. His divine consciousness, which reveals itself within the heart of His devoted servant. (p. 116)

Sex is the ... tremulous and bewildering and nerve-racking and delicious and myriad-adjectived soul-condition ... generally known as love. Ninety-nine point nine repeater percent of the world's literature has been devoted to its analysis. It's therefore of some importance.

Beyond all the fires of love through which one passes there is the star of Duty, and happy the individual who can live in its serenity.

Oh! to be loved by a man I respect, To bask in the glow of his perfectly understandable neglect.

When you see a guy reach for stars in the sky You can bet that he's doing it for some doll.

I will be a good wife," she thought, "that all the earth will know there is a God in Israel.

Focus on what you can do, then do it with all your heart.

The whole secret may be summarized in these four words: "Inflame thyself in praying." —ALEISTER CROWLEY38

Creer que un cielo en un infierno cabe, dar la vida y el alma a un desengaño: esto es amor. Quien lo probó lo sabe.

If you want to live With all I have to give I need to feel true love Or it's got to end, yeah

I think you need to take some time To show me that your love is true

I think God made you for me, a mix of passionate fidelities, baby your so complete, I write this song to let you know, that you will always be my lust, my love, my man, my child, my friend, and my king

I'm never satisfied Honey my appetite Is keeping me up at night I'm going crazy for more of your love I need you all the time You bring me back to life I'm going crazy for more of your love

You don't change what you love or you never loved it to begin with.

I am yours," he whispered. "I live to hold you, Risa. I breathe to touch you.

Never let me lose the marvel of your statue eyes or the accent that by night the solitary rose of your breath places on my cheek.

I want to be a poet, from head to toe, living and dying by poetry.

The true fanatic is a theocrat, someone who sees himself as acting on behalf of some super personal force the Race, the Party, History, the proletariat, the Poor, and so on. These absolve him from evil, hence he may safely do anything in their service.

Love without passion is dreary; passion without love is horrific.

Who loves, raves.

The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still the master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth, While man, vain insect hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.

I could love anything on Earth that appeared to wish it.