Quotes About Devotion

I think I love you, Bennett. Probably not relevant at the moment so no need to say thanks.

Love is likely when you appreciate someone in every moments of your heartbeat and expecting nothing in return. nothing at all.

There's nothing more romantic than self-destruction.

What is love? It is the morning and the evening star.

I'm yours. If you'll have me, I'm yours

I have only one heart to give and one mind to lose. May I someday find a woman who will take them both.

You are all I ever need.

You're my rose and I am the dew sticked to you who never wants to fall apart.

Angel was someone he'd never imagined having in his life, but always hoped for. She was more than worth the wait, and he was never letting her go.

I have loved you from the moment you opened your eyes, and I will continue to love you long after I close mine. I will always be yours Aurora. I don't exist without you.

See? Instead of thinking of a way to help my people, all I can think of is the smell of your hair and that small dimple on your cheek when you smile." (Victor)

He'd been saving up his love for years and years, waiting for the right personto spend his fortune on.

I lost one woman I loved. I'm not losing another.

Everything I do is for her, for Fallon.

Next time, we go slowly. I want to explore every delicious inch of you.

Love was more than a choice, more than a feeling, it was a commitment.

Lady Bast, guide my feet. Guard my path. Know my heart resides with you.

Some love one, some love two. I love one, and that is you."

After all, only women are able really to love.

I longed to devote my life to something valuable with a fervor that would consume my being. Young people today probably think the same way. But in our time we were not left to ourselves as they are. All of us believed in some kind of god. We believed in a scholar or in scholarship itself; we believed that right actually exists. All that kind of thing has been swept away, and philosophy, religion and morality must be created anew, from the ground up.

I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

My love will come will fling open her arms and fold me in them, will understand my fears, observe my changes. In from the pouring dark, from the pitch night without stopping to bang the taxi door she'll run upstairs through the decaying porch burning with love and love's happiness, she'll run dripping upstairs, she won't knock, will take my head in her hands, and when she drops her overcoat on a chair, it will slide to the floor in a blue heap.

How can I tell you what that ancient, absurd, wonderful rite, when her lips touch mine, does to me? What formula can I use to express this whirlwind that sweeps everything out of my soul except her?

Le pope avait un chien, et après Dieu le fils, Il l'aimait plus que tout.