Quotes About Devotion

To rely upon conviction, devotion, and other excellent spiritual qualities that is not to be taken seriously in politics.

Perhaps that is the only way that true love can work, when it is prepared for and embraced without thought, without choice.

This was, I decided, my purpose as a dog, to comfort the boy whenever he needed me.

I was his dog, and he was my boy. I loyally remained where I was. I had fulfilled my purpose.

The Cloths of Heaven Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light; I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

You can usually tell that a man is good if he has a dog who loves him.

My purpose, my whole life, had been to love him and be with him, to make him happy. I didn't want to cause any unhappiness now—in that way, I decided it was probably better than he wasn't here to see this, though I missed him so much at that moment the ache of it was as bad as the strange pains in my belly.

The job of a good dog was ultimately to be with them, remaining by their sides no matter what course their lives might take. All I could do now was offer him comfort, the assurance that as he left this life he was not alone but rather was tended by the dog who loved him more than anything in the whole world.

I remembered the boy crying the day they buried Smokey in the yard, and I hoped he wouldn't cry over my death. My purpose, my whole life, had been to love him and be with him, to make him happy.

Dog' is 'God' spelled backward; you know that. That's why you're here, to help the nuns do God's work.

All I could do now was offer him comfort, the assurance that as he left this life he was not alone but rather was tended by the dog who loved him more than anything in the whole world.

People are vastly more complicated than dogs and served a much more important purpose. The job of a good dog was ultimately to be with them, remaining by their sides no matter what course their lives may take. All I could do now was offer him comfort, the assurance that as he left this life he was not alone but rather tended by the dog who loved him more than anything in the whole world.

a dog's job was to do what people wanted.

The sharp pain I felt when I thought about how much I missed the boy was just something to get used to: a dog's job was to do what people wanted.

I hoped he wouldn't cry over my death. My purpose, my whole life, had been to love him and be with him, to make him happy.

But people don't always make sense. Dogs love them anyway.

My purpose, my whole life, had been to love him and be with him, to make him happy. I didn't want to cause him any unhappiness now—in that way, I decided it was probably better that he wasn't here to see this, though I missed him so much at that moment the ache of it was as bad as the strange pains in my belly.

I could get up on that bed and curl up right next to my boy's warmth. The boy loved me. I loved him. From the second we woke up until the moment we fell asleep, we were together.

Bailey, you take good care of Ethan, okay?" I wagged my tail in cheerful non-comprehension. Were we going for a car ride or what?

W. Bruce Cameron

Unbidden, the sadness I'd felt from Senora washed through me, and I wanted to squirm up to her and lick her palms and make her happy again. Of all the things I'd ever done, making Senora laugh seemed the most important. It was, I reflected, the only thing that gave my life any purpose.

Ojalá no llorara por mi muerte. Mi propósito, toda mi vida, había consistido en amarlo y en estar con él, en hacerlo feliz. No quería provocarle ninguna clase de infelicidad ahora, así que en ese sentido pensé que era mejor que él no estuviera allí para verlo, aunque lo echaba mucho de menos y la nostalgia era tan fuerte como el dolor que sentía en la barriga.

Empecé a darme cuenta de que para él era importante que el juego terminara conmigo de espaldas al suelo y él mordisqueándome la cara y el cuello.

Bailey, Bailey, Bailey