Quotes About Devotion

But what of romance then?" I asked, slightly indignant. "What of love?

In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.

So yes. It had flaws, but what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it.

Pedirle a un músico que deje de coger su instrumento es como pedirle a un hombre que deje de besar a su esposa.

Music is a proud, temperamental mistress. Give her the time and attention she deserves, and she is yours. Slight her and there will come a day when you call and she will not answer. So

But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.

Music is a proud, temperamental mistress. Give her the time and attention she deserves, and she is yours. Slight her and there will come a day when you call and she will not answer. So I began sleeping less to give her the time she needed. After

Lei è ovviamente pazza di te. E tu sei pazzo e basta, perciò siete una coppia perfetta.

Marriage is not something to be entered into lightly, but with your whole heart and soul. If done right, it should be forever. And

In other words," I said. "If someone asked you why you hang around that sadist, you'll say 'beats me.

He himself, he realized, had always been most abominably frightened, even at the height of his divine power, a frail god upon a rickety throne, afraid of opening letters, of making decisions, afraid of the instinctive knowledge in the eyes of mules, of the innocent eyes of good men, of the elastic nature of the passions, even of the devotion he had received from some men, and one woman, and dogs.

We never had any children," he said ruefully. "Our work was our children.

I knew one day I would stop and he would keep on going, but until then nothing could tear us apart.

I climb the side of a volcano carved from ice, heat drawn from the well of devotion that is the female heart.

When we awoke he greeted me with his crooked smile, and I knew he was my knight.

I have a lock of his hair, a handful of his ashes, a box of his letters, a goatskin tambourine. And in the folds of faded violet tissue a necklace, two violet plaques etched in Arabic, strung with black and silver threads, given to me by the boy who loved Michelangelo.

I knew he didn't love me, but I adored him anyway

Love is an angel disguised as lust.

How could I have nothing to read? Perhaps it wasn't a lack of a book but a lack of obsession.

You see, I think love comes from God. And so, to turn away from love, real love, it could be argued, is to turn away from God.

It was in that way that she has best served God.

once you fell in love with her, you loved her until the day you died.

Your wife tolerates your weaknesses and does not rant or scold, and if she worries, it is only because she wants you to live forever. You count the reasons why you have held her close to you for so many years, and surely this is one of them, one of the bright stars in the vast constellation of enduring love.

His mother's name was Rose, and when he was big enough to tie his shoes and stop wetting the bed, he was going to marry her.