Quotes About Devotion

My heart is ever at your service.

Every man is afraid of something. That's how you know he's in love with you; when he is afraid of losing you.

There is only one path to Heaven. On Earth, we call it Love.

Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again

That is the true season of love; when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved as much before, and that no one will ever love in the same way again.

Love is a friendship caught on fire.

Love seeks no cause beyond itself and no fruit; it is its own fruit, its own enjoyment. I love because I love; I love in order that I may love.

Dive deep, O mind, dive deep in the ocean of God's beauty! If you descend to the uttermost depths, there you will find the gem of love.

True love is knowing a person's faults, and loving them even more for them.

I shall always be a priest of love.

In doing something, do it with love or never do it at all

Love can never grow old. Locks may lose their brown and gold. Cheeks may fade and hollow grow. But the hearts that love will know, never winter's frost and chill, summer's warmth is in them still.

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be.

Love's greatest gift is its ability to make everything it touches sacred.

I regard as a mortal sin not only the lying of the senses in matters of love, but also the illusion which the senses seek to create where love is only partial. I say, I believe, that one must love with all of one's being, or else live, come what may, a life of complete chastity.

I adore him. I have never been so happy. I have real love.

He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love. [I John]

If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.

We that are true lovers run into strange capers.

This day I will marry my friend, the one I laugh with, live for, dream with, love

My real purpose was to see you, and to judge, if I could, whether I might ever hope to make you love me.

True love grows by sacrifice and the more thoroughly the soul rejects natural satisfaction the stronger and more detached its tenderness becomes.

Love touched her heart, and lo! It beats high, and burns with such brave hearts.

Love is what is left in a relationship after all the selfishness is taken out.