Quotes About Devotion

Suck e'm long, suck e'm hard

My parents loved each other. I was raised in a house of total love and respect. My dad worked very hard and my mother was incredibly devoted to him. I can unequivocally, without any peradventure of doubt, tell you that I was raised with the kind of love that we only dream of.

Supplication creates blessing, and although the blessing is understood as something given to you, something that somehow engulfs you from the outside, in fact blessing really isn't given to you at all. When you supplicate, you generate faith and devotion. That faith and devotion cause the appearance of what we call blessing.

On the lute of my heart plays only one song of love: Because of this melody, from head to foot, I am in love. Truly, for ages I'll never be able To pay what I owe for one moment of love.

Each attractive form that shows its face to you, Destiny will soon steal it from the eyes of you. Go and give your heart to someone who in all turns of existence Always has been with you and always will be with you.

Ellie's son, Nicholas,

I belong to my beloved, and my beloved is mine.

my only complaints are two: that I didn't make myself ready for you sooner in life, that I can't give you better, Love you more.

What he was saying was that he really wanted to be part of her life. The good days and the bad ones, too.

I wanted to conquer your heart, not to stop it.

en el Cantar de los Cantares, 8, 6-8.

What is a Better Feeling then Be Loved in Love?

Thank you, God, for loving me, and for sending your Son to die for my sins. I sincerely repent of my sins, and receive Christ as my personal savior. Now, as your child, I turn my entire life over to you. Amen.

Your goodness to me has been overwhelming. How tender you are, though I am often as tough as gristle. How patiently you have loved me since you made up your mind to love me always.

Thank you, God, for loving me, and for sending Your son to die for my sins. I sincerely repent of my sins, and receive Christ as my personal savior. Now, as Your child, I turn my entire life over to You.

Peace . . . and plenty . . . graciously provided by God who created us for himself, and who loves each of us devoutly, devotedly, steadfastly, forever.

George, Lord Lyttelton had said, How much the wife is dearer than the bride.

A good shoe is a shoe you don't notice . . . The perfect church service would be one we were almost unaware of; our attention would have been on God. But every novelty prevents this. It fixes our attention on the service itself, and thinking about worship is a different thing from worshipping.

I say, forget religion. What it's about, is the two of you, you and him. Nothing more, nothing less.

You love him, I can see it.' 'More than anything.' That alone should be enough, he thought, but of course it never is. Courage has to come in there somewhere, and perseverance and forbearance and patience and all the rest. A job of work, as Uncle Billy would say, but worth it and then some.

You love him, I can see it." "More than anything." That alone should be enough, he thought, but of course it never is. Courage has to come in there somewhere, and perseverance and forbearance and patience and all the rest. A job of work, as Uncle Billy would say, but worth it and then some.

It's not the sort of thing romantics wish to hear, but I found that in the end, love must be a kind of discipline. If we love only with our feelings, we're sunk—we may feel love one day and something quite other the next. Soon after he came to live with me—he was eleven years old at the time—I realized I must learn to love with my will, not my feelings.

And so I enjoyed the warm feelings, the stuff of the heart, when it was present between us, as it sometimes was, even in the beginning. And when it wasn't, there was the will to love him, something like . . . a generator kicking in, a backup.

God was in love with him, that he made us for himself.