Quotes About Devotion

Love is immortality Che sempre amai questo ti sia di prova: che per quanto abbia amato Non ho vissuto abbastanza. Che amerò sempre te lo assicuro, l'amore è vita - e la vita è immortale. Dubiti ancora, Amore? Ecco, allora non ho altro da mostrare che il mio Calvario.

They fling their speech By means of it in God's ear;

Love as a verb. Love as a commitment.

His loyalty, so fierce and unwavering, makes my eyes water and heart ache.

We are in love and meant to be together.

This time, I whispered that I loved him too. Then, I silently listed all the reason: I loved him for his gentleness. I loved him for being an amazing catch yet still vulnerable enough to be insecure. But most of all, I loved him for loving me.

It was the same night I gave myself to him completely, knowing that I would belong to him for as long as he wanted to keep me. And, as it turned out, even longer than that.

Love is seldom—almost never—an even proposition. Someone always loves more.

People make time for what matters to them.

But there is one constant, one thing you can always count on: that not only does love come first, but at the end, it is the only thing that remains.

did I ever stop loving him the way you're supposed to stop loving everyone but the one you're with?

Maybe that's what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all

But certainly not everyday you can find someone who wants to have a monogamous relationship

I've always loved you, and when you love someone, you love the whole person, just as he or she is, and not as you would like them to be.'

But maybe that's what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all.

knowing that I would belong to him for as long as he wanted to keep me. And, as it turned out, even longer than that.

And yet, there is nobody I'd rather talk to, be near, look at, than my husband, an unprecedented feeling that overcame me the moment we met.

Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all.

If I had to, I'd fight it like death itself. But with you, I don't have to.

They held each other in silence, and he buried his face in her hair. "Do what you can, my primrose," he whispered at last. "I love my life better than I ever have, now that it's at risk. But even so, I love you better still.

I was beautiful, or so my father told me. My oval mirror showed me a face with nothing written on it. I had suitors aplenty but wanted none of them: their doggish devotion seemed too easily won. I had an appetite for magic, even then. I wanted something improbably and perfect as a red rose just opening.

A mí en cambio, cuando algo me gusta, me gusta siempre; como me pasa con las chocolatinas, que nunca me canso de comerlas

All I think when I look at you is hallelujah

Dearest Fido! You're not the stuff of a chapter," Helen protests. "Several volumes, at least.