Quotes About Devotion

Si primero es lo primero, el amor va antes que nada. Y si primero es el deber y luego el placer, amar es nuestro deber y placer. No hay nada antes ni más allá que el amor.

Señor, no es por vicio ni por fornicio sino por dar un hijo a tu servicio.

Howard Ensign had joined the Congregational church after their revival and would testify at prayer meeting every Wednesday night. It seemed to me that the things between one and God should be between him and God like loving ones mother. One didn't go around saying, 'I love my mother, she has been so good to me.' One just loved her and did things that she liked one to do.

She held the ring in her palm, looking down at it. When she turned it in her hand, she saw for the first time that there were letters engraved on the inner curve as well as the outside. She tilted it to the light. A vila mon Coeur, it said in French. A vila mon Coeur. Gardi li mo. She closed her eyes, curling her fingers tight around the ring, and bowed her head with a whimper of despair. Here is my heart. Guard it well.

No rule but love between us.

Thou art a fool," she murmured instead, "to think a man can serve two masters." She lifted a varvel and let it fall against his armor, smiling. "A splendid fool. Come into my service to stay, be it thy desire.

I know you aren't speaking to me for some reason, but I care about you so much that I'll come here where I know I'll get spit on and abused, and I'll sit on that cold floor just to be near you!

I would do anything to stay beside you forever.

Obedience is bondage, if God wants to be adored he should make himself more loving.

Thou knowest our hearts, thou knowest our inmost beings, and we thank thee that thou lovest us anyway, for we are thy children and the sheep of thy pasture. Keep us in thy will that we may bring glory and honor to thy name. In Jesus' blessed name we pray. Amen.

I'd been willing to kill for the people I loved for a very long time; now I had to start living for them.

More than honor, more than life, I love thee. What do you say when a man whose entire existence had been his honor offers to give it up for you? You say the only thing you can. More than any crown or throne or title, I love thee, I said. more than any power in faerie, I love thee.

I stared at Jean-Claude and it wasn't the beauty of him that made me love him, it was just him. It was love made up of a thousand touches, a million conversations, a trillion shared looks. A love made up of danger shared, enemies conquered, a determination to neither of us would change the other, even if we could. I love Jean-Claude, all of him, because if I took away the Machiavellian plottings, the labyrinth of his mind, it would lessen him, make him someone else.

Sometimes love isn't about being smart. Sometimes it's about being stupid together.

More than life, more than honor, I love thee. More than any crown or throne or title, I love thee. More than any power in faerie, I love thee.

A certain type of man, when he loves for the first time, his love is not really love, it is possession. Possessions don't have rights or feelings; they are something to owned and controlled. He had spent more than a year trying to do just that, and failing.

That was the true terror of love, that you could love with your whole heart, your whole soul, and lose both

Watching St John rock his wife's body was not part of my job description. Honest. I sat down on the stairs where I could see the door, the hallway, and the stairs as far as the landing. St John started singing in a strange, broken voice. It took me a few minutes to figure out what he was singing. It was 'You are so Beautiful

He whispered, "More than life, more than honor, I love thee." What do you say when a man whose entire existence had been his honor offers to give it up for you? You say the only thing you can. "More than any crown or throne or title, I love thee," I said. "More than any power in faerie, I love thee." The

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You saved me because you could not bear the thought of leaving me behind." He touched my face, very gently. "Not from a sense of right and wrong, but because you are just that tenderhearted.

If this is not love, ma petite , then I know nothing of it. If this is not love, then no one since time began has ever loved. You ask yourself What is love? Am I in love? when what you should be asking, is What is not love? ma petite . What is it that this man does for you that is not done out of love?

I know, I know. I rescued him and he's bonded to me like a baby duck.

I love you, Jean-Claude; I wouldn't know what to do without you in my life, my bed, my heart.' 'Very poetic for you, ma petite.' 'I've