Quotes About Devotion

Genuine love is volitional rather than emotional. The person who truely loves does so because of a decision to love. This person has made a commitment to be loving whether or not the loving feeling is present. ...Conversely, it is not only possible but necessary for a loving person to avoid acting on feelings of love.

When we love someone our love becomes demonstrable or real only through our exertion - through the fact that for that someone (or for ourself) we take an extra step or walk an extra mile. Love is not effortless. To the contrary, love is effortful.

For Waters, faith expressed as love was the only answer.

It is rare in life to be graced with a true best friend. Someone who is willing to do anything for you. Good or bad times. Drop his or her life to be there, without any personal expectations. Nothing can replace the warm touch, kind embrace, or simple gestures best friends lavish on each other.

Behold, in example I grieve my heart out for that so sweet young girl; I give my blood for her.... I give my time, my skill, my sleep; I let my other sufferers want that so she may have all." —Bram Stoker, Dracula

Acts are the language of love. That's what the Goddess teaches us. Words might do for thoughts. But love needs to be communicated in actions.

Always love to the point of madness," he said, "or else what is the point of love?

it's like a squid in love with the sky.

Valei-me Nossa Senhora, Santo Antonio de Nazare, A vaca mansa da leite, A braba da si quise!

Among the nation's early rulers was Václav (in English, Wenceslas), a devout Christian who incurred resentment among the pagan nobility due to his kindness toward the poor.

If that is wisdom, then I will never be wise. I do not want a life that has no place for you in it. You will come back with me and take the place that is yours in my heart. No obligations to the past stand in the way. We will marry. ---Addis de Valence

You are the husband of my heart, and the love of my life. Wherever I am, whatever I do, you are joined with me and I with you. The part of me that matters will live with you forever. I accept the chain that binds us with joy, because in this unity I have known the purest freedom.

I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me. If I had had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth. As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong. "Patroclus," he said. He was always better with words than I.

That is — your friend?" "Philtatos," Achilles replied, sharply. Most beloved.

When I am dead, I charge you to mingle our ashes and bury us together.

Patroclus, he says, Patroclus. Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only.

Patroclus,'' Achilles tilted his face up with a gentle finger under his chin. ''I would recognise you in total darkness, were you mute and I deaf. I would recognise you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. And I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion''.

I almost did not come, because I did not want to leave it." He smiled. "Now I know how to make you follow me everywhere." The sun sank below Pelion's ridges, and we were happy.

Later, Achilles pressed close for a final, drowsy whisper. 'If you have to go, you know I will go with you.' We slept.

A surety rose in me, lodged in my throat. I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.

It was so simple. If you want it, I will do it. If it would make you happy, I will go with you. Is there a moment that a heart cracks?

Our mouths opened under each other, and the warmth of his sweetened throat poured into mine. I could not think, could not do anything but drink him in, each breath as it came, the soft movements of his lips. It was a miracle.

I would look at him and feel a love so sharp it seemed my flesh lay open. I made a list of all the things I would do for him. Scald off my skin. Tear out my eyes. Walk my feet to bones, if only he would be happy and well.

Yet you would dare to stay?" "I dare anything," he said. And that is how we came to be lovers.