Quotes About Devotion

Histories are more full of the examples of the fidelity of dogs than of friends.

Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food,And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.

On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore,Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore.

Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd. Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixed with Gods, his lov'd idea lies: O write it not, my hand - the name appears Already written - wash it out, my tears! In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays, Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeyes.

Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear, with ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear...

Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.

My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you...

Love is the essence of the holiness of the Church.

Homo sapiens," "homo faber" … yes, but, first of all, "homo adorans." The first, the basic definition of man is that he is the priest.

The nature of Christian love is to do the will of God. Obeying the Father was a delight for Jesus because he loved his Father:

Here is a Christian so committed to the well-being of other Christians, especially new Christians, that he is simply burning up inside to be with them, to help them, to nurture them, to feed them, to stabilize them, to establish an adequate foundation for them. Small wonder, then, that he devotes himself to praying for them when he finds he cannot visit them personally.4

As we grow in disciplined, self-sacrificing love, so we will grow in intercessory prayer. Superficially fervent prayers devoid of such love are finally phony, hollow, shallow.5

The work of feeding and tending sheep is hard work, arduous work, and love for the sheep alone will not do it; you must have a consuming love for the Great Shepherd, the Lord Jesus Christ.

Hudson Taylor, founder of the China Inland Mission, once cautioned, "Do not be so busy with the work of Christ (or anything else) that you have no strength left for praying. True prayer requires strength.

I feel so thankful that I'm able to be a part of something that I love to wake up and run to work every day.

Dünya halini sevmeyiniz, ne de dünyada var olan?, k?z?m. Tanr? a?k?, dünya sevgisiyle dolu olan ki?ide yoktur!

i thought love was about caring about someone day in and day out, about being there when it's fucking amazing, and still wanting to be there when it feels like crap. i thought it was about for ever' -will, calling romeo

It wasn't just the big romantic gestures that made a relationship, it was all the little things.

I always thought falling in love was hard, but now I realize that was the easy bit. It's staying in love that's the hard part.

And in that moment, I know I will love him forever for doing that. Not love in the romantic sense, but love in the true, deep sense of the word. Without even being asked, he's driven through the night to be here for me. So I can lean on him when I need to lean on someone the most in my life. In the most desperate of times. When I thought I was alone. He was here. Waiting for me. And if that's not real love, I don't know what is.

They could come together again no other way because they had waited so long. Because they were all that mattered. Because he was life and she was its meaning.     The

A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this, To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.

Never did form more fairy thread the dance Than she who scours the hills to find it flowers; Never did sweeter lips chained ears entrance Than hers that move, true to its striking hours; No hands so white e'er decked the warrior's lance, As those which tend its lamp as darkness lours; And never since dear Christ expired for man, Had holy shrine so fair a sacristan.

Would not the proper conclusion, therefore—a conclusion not overstrained and if not stated with excessive dogmatism—seem to be, that literature, though demanding precedence in the affections, and exacting the chief attention of one who professes really to love it, is not a jealous mistress, but, on the contrary, is only too well pleased to see even its most attached votaries combine with their one supreme passion a number of minor interests and even minor affections.