Quotes About Devotion

There are times I want to be mad, there are times I want to give up, there are times I want to cry, but no matter how many times I think about that, I always end up saying, Damn, I love you so much.

In the end, you'll know who really loves you. They're the one who see you for who you are and no matter what always find a way to be at your side.

She was genuinely fond of us; she would have enjoyed the long luxury of weeping for our untimely decease;

the object of her most trivial thoughts, and the goal of her most important actions

But this was not the opinion that I would instinctively have formed when I heard Albertine say: "In any case, whether he's devoted or not, I sincerely hope I shall never see him again, since he's made us quarrel. We must never quarrel again. It isn't nice." I felt, since she had seemed to desire Saint-Loup, almost cured for the time being of the idea that she cared for women, which I had supposed to be incurable.

Monsieur, there are people who keep nothing of their life for themselves, not one minute, not one pleasure, the whole thing is a sacrifice for others, they are lives that are given away.

When one is in love one has no love left for anyone.

never cease to kiss him. Every kiss provokes another. Ah, in those earliest days of love how naturally the kisses spring into life. How closely, in their abundance, are they pressed one against another; until lovers would find it as hard to count the kisses exchanged in an hour, as to count the flowers in a meadow in May.

My darling, dear Marcel, I return less quickly than this cyclist, whose machine I would like to borrow in order to be with you sooner. How could you imagine that I might be angry or that I could enjoy anything better than to be with you? It will be nice to go out, just the two of us together; it would be nicer still if we never went out except together. The ideas you get into your head! What a Marcel! What a Marcel! Always and ever your Albertine.

if, when Odette wished to go for a walk, in the morning, along the Avenue du Bois-de-Boulogne, his duty as a good husband had obliged him, though he had no desire to go out, to accompany her, carrying her cloak when she was too warm; and in the evening, after dinner, if she wished to stay at home, and not to dress, if he had been forced to stay beside her, to do what she asked;

I shall see myself that Morel is mine." This unmistakeableness in the eyes of everyone, in his own eyes, made M. de Charlus happiest of all. For the possession of what one loves is a joy greater than love itself.

Ah! Monsieur, there are people who keep nothing of their life for themselves, not one minute, not one pleasure, the whole thing is a sacrifice for others, they are lives that are given away

To a person who loves, is not absence the most certain, the most effective, the most durable, the most indestructible, the most faithful of presences?

Más que besarla, más que acostarnos juntos, más que ninguna otra cosa, ella me daba la mano, y eso era amor.

To them that ask, where have you seen the gods, or how do you know for certain there are gods, that you are so devout in their worship I answer Neither have I ever seen my own soul, and yet I respect and honor it.

No sé donde pero le encontraré. Oiré su voz y le conoceré. Yo le serviré y le daré mi corazón y mi vida.

If death has power, then count on me in death to be the real Marcus Garvey I would like to be. I may come in an earthquake, or cyclone, or plague or pestilence, or as God would have me, then be assured that I shall never desert you and make your enemies triumph over you. Would I not go to hell a million times for you?

Wraps that up then, right? Praise Allah and pass the high explosive.

Cooper shook his head. "The things we do for our children." Natalie managed a thin, tight smile. "When do you have to go?" "Soon. I want to see the kids first." "Do you want to… you could stay. The night.

She risked her life to put your mind at rest,' Evgenia said. 'How great is love!

Love, he decided, is not about how much someone else cares for you, it's about how much you care for someone else.

I don't know if he gets all of it, but he loves it anyway, and you don't have to understand everything about something to love it, do you? In fact sometimes that can make you love something more.

Next to God we are nothing. To God we are Everything.

Surely only true love could justify my lack of taste.