Quotes About Devotion

He is my soul mate. There are such things, and he is mine. There are bonds stronger than death or marriage vows, and we are bound in such a way.

Had I no limbs to walk to him, I would crawl.

A man should kiss his wife's navel every day.

[On Chicago:] Yet once you've come to be part of this particular patch, you'll never love another. Like loving a woman with a broken nose, you may well find lovelier lovelies. But never a lovely so real.

Yet once you've come to be part of this particular patch, you'll never love another. Like loving a woman with a broken nose, you may well find lovelier lovelies. But never a lovely so real.

The truth is that we are not yet free; we have merely achieved the freedom to be free, the right not to be oppressed. We have not taken the final step of our journey, but the first step on a longer and even more difficult road. For to be free is not merely to cast off one's chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others. The true test of our devotion to freedom is just beginning.

I waited with some anxiety, and suddenly, filling out the glass on the other side of the window was Winnie's lovely face. Winnie always dressed up for prison visits, and tried to wear something new and elegant. It was tremendously frustrating not to be able to touch me wife, to speak tenderly to her, to have a private moment together.

Tout à coup je pensai à l'image vaine qui m'avait égaré si longtemps. « Sylvie, dis-je, arrêtons-nous ici, le voulez-vous ? » Je me jetai à ses pieds ; je confessai en pleurant à chaudes larmes mes irrésolutions, mes caprices ; j'évoquai le spectre funeste qui traversait ma vie. « Sauvez-moi ! ajoutai-je, je reviens à vous pour toujours. » Elle tourna vers moi ses regards attendris…

Je me sentais vivre en elle, et elle vivait pour moi seul. Son sourire me remplissait d'une béatitude infinie ; la vibration de sa voix si douce et cependant fortement timbrée me faisait tressaillir de joie et d'amour. Elle avait pour moi toutes les perfections, elle répondait à tous mes enthousiasmes, à tous mes caprices.

Remember Bob Dylan?—nah, you too young. But he had a song . . . 'Ya gotta serve somebody—might be the devil, might be the Lord, but ya gotta serve somebody'—or somethin' like that. Ya just gotta make a decision: Ya gonna sit on the fence? Or give your life to Jesus twenty-four seven—all day, every day. And if anybody asks ya what your religion is, you say, 'I'm a follower of Jesus Christ.

the whole point of worship is focusing on God—who He is, what He's done. Once I put my focus on the right person, I forget about myself.

Brothers and sisters, praise itself is an act of faith. Why? When we're able to praise God before we see the answers to our prayers, we're saying, Lord, I trust You to work this out, according to Your purpose. I'm going to thank You now for what You're going to do.

More than any other food, chocolate delights and enchants ... chocolate tantalizes and it comforts. Chocolate has soothed fretful children and welcomed tired travelers; mountain climbers have saved their last piece of chocolate to celebrate reaching new heights; suitors have given chocolate to show the depth of their devotion. Chocolate has been used as a stimulant, an aphrodisiac, and [even] a form of currency.

Before his mistress a lover was prostrate, wounded to death by her beauty, killed by her disdain, obliged to an illimitable constancy, marked out for her dangerous service. A smile from her was in theory a gracious reward for twenty years of painful adoration.

Love is not love if there is no beloved.

Faith does not question — Faith knows.

Hospodi bozhe moy!

Your love is doomed, you must give it everything you've got.

All of me knelt down. All of me bowed. Inside the chapel of myself, all my candles lit.

She flashed upon his life with an electric energy, shattering every day's effort at work and leaving a kind of glimmering burning feeling all day and night around the edges of his heart.

Margaret Gore knew what love was.

The rosary was said in most houses then, but in few midnight gardens. The version that night was murmured and swift. By native decree, and the proven truth that no nation spoke faster, punctuation in prayer had been long ago dispensed with, breathless delivery was acceptable to the Lord who could pause, parse and separate the string of prayers in His own time.

To begin this Practice is easy. To persevere is difficult.

Nam Myoho Renge Kyo