Quotes About Devotion

This was not a man who wanted to give up his mate. This was a man trying to do the honorable thing—and give her a choice, no matter hiw much it cost him.

She understood his passion because she felt the same way: as if nothing was more important than the touch of her skin to his, as if she'd die if he left her.

She was his and he hers.

Mercedes," said Asil in a cheerful voice. "You are going to get me killed at last. Bran would not do it, but I believe your mate will have no trouble.

I am yours," he said, a finger under her chin dislodging her claim. "And you"— he moved his hands under her shoulders and pulled until she was all the way on top—" are mine.

Ours, said Brother Wolf. She is perfect, our soul mate, our anchor, the reason we were created. So that we could be hers.

if I had to crawl to do so. I would have walked through Hell to get back to you, and only failed because of the weakness of my body, not of my heart.

He didn't hurt me before." Which let everyone in the room, except Kyle, know just how much Warrren cared about him. Even a crazed werewolf won't harm his mate.

With Anna he had no shield—Charles belonged to Anna with all his complicated soul and uncomplicated heart.

For her he shook like an alcoholic in need of his gin, because he felt she needed to know her options, no matter how his wolf felt about losing his mate. Her knight, indeed.

Her eyes grew black, and her face went blank, but she held on, mouthing one word over and over—Samuel's name. Samuel went to his knees, too, his eyes white and wild.

Because I knew that Samuel—my Samuel who was at that very moment dressing in the backseat—would never stand by and watch a human get hurt. He was the only werewolf I knew who cared that much about mundane humans, just because they were mundane humans

He pulled her tight against him. "I will defend your heart and your soul with everything in me.

Obsessions are the only things that matter.

It would be Carol, in a thousand cities, a thousand houses, in foreign lands where they would go together, in heaven and in hell.

But there was not a moment when she did not see Carol in her mind, and all she saw, she seemed to see through Carol. That evening, the dark flat streets of New York, the tomorrow of work, the milk bottle dropped and broken in her sink, became unimportant. She flung herself on her bed and drew a line with a pencil on a piece of paper. And another line, carefully, and another. A world was born around her, like a bright forest with a million shimmering leaves.

I did not have any magnificent jewels to give you, but I hoped you would understand that I would give you the world if I could.

He kissed her temple, her hair, and then her mouth again, with great passion and heartbreaking tenderness. "My Love... from the beginning of time until the end. Always and forever. You'll always be my love. Always.

Martin Luther confidently claimed that the Holy Spirit writes the moral truths on our conscience. Free of all misgivings, Luther claimed that the assertions of the Holy Spirit "are more sure and certain than life itself and all experience." 9 Realism intervenes: different devout hearts often deliver opposite moral assertions.

Katharine: I can't keep up with you! Tom: I don't want you to keep up. I love you for yourself. - Death on the Family Tree

The paradox is that we can only truly love each other when we also love something beyond each other.

Grant, O Lord, that none may love Thee less this day because of me; that never a word or act of mine may turn one soul from Thee; and, ever daring, yet one more grace would I implore: that many souls this day, because of me, may love Thee more. Amen.42

I have taken you in my arms, and I love you, and I prefer you to my life itself. For the present life is nothing, and my most ardent dream is to spend it with you in such a way that we may be assured of not being separated in the life reserved for us. . . . I place your love above all things, and nothing would be more bitter or painful to me than to be of a different mind than you.

There's nothing to understand. When we really love someone, we've got to accept their role in the mystery. And that's why we love them.