Quotes About Devotion

Decidí que, como perro, esa era mi razón en la vida: consolar al chico siempre que él lo necesitara.

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

You need not see what someone is doing to know if it is his vocation, you have only to watch his eyes: a cook mixing a sauce, as surgeon making a primary incision, a clerk completing a bill of lading, wear that same rapt expression, forgetting themselves in a function. How beautiful it is, that eye-on-the-object look.

The love that lasts longest is the love that is never returned.

He did not care if she was heartless, vicious and vulgar, stupid and grasping, he loved her. He would rather have misery with one than happiness with the other.

Do not leave me." "I cnnot." "Because we are chained together?" I asked sadly. He frowned in thought. "Non, I feel it is because we are chained to something else?" "What, a rock?" I asked with amusement. "Non, a cart." "So we are two centaurs chained to a cart? What is in the cart?" "Love," he said soberly. "I think the cart is our partnership.

What hurts the soul My soul adores

Nothing that we love over-much Is ponderable to our touch.

O you are wild for love of me And I with love am wild

B?n có th? kh?ng ??nh m?t ng??i ?àn ông t?t khi anh ây có m?t con chó yêu th??ng mình

B?n có th? kh?ng ??nh m?t ng??i ?àn ông t?t khi anh ?y có m?t con chó yêu th??ng mình

Women are crazy about pets. They're just crazy. Pets have nothing to do with it.

A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.

If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.

How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.

I will love you forever" swears the poet. I find this easy to swear too. "I will love you at 4:15 pm next Tuesday" - Is that still as easy?

He presses my hand and he says he loves me, Which I find an admirable peculiarity.

Nothing can be loved too much, but all things can be loved in the wrong way.

I'll love you, dear, I'll love you Till China and Africa meet, And the river jumps over the mountain And the salmon sing in the street, I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky.

Love requires an Object But this varies so much Almost, I imagine anything will do: When I was a child I Loved a pumping engine Thought it every bit as Beautiful as you

It's love that makes the world go round.

We yield at once with humbled mien, Because, with all our faults, we love our Queen.

When you find the one, my lad, grab her up in your arms and never let her go. You may never get another chance.

How my heart missed beating like this. For him. Only for him.