Quotes About Devotion

Fish," he said softly, aloud, "I'll stay with you until I am dead.

For one who had afición he could forgive anything.

You need the devotion to your work that a priest of God has for his.

I'll love you in the rain and in the snow and in the hail and - what else is there?

There is no FRIEND as LOYAL as a BOOK!

You're my religion, you're all I've got

Direi só o que tu desejares que eu diga e só farei o que tu desejares que eu faça, e tu nunca quererás outra, pois não? --------------------- Catherine em O Adeus Às Armas, Ernest Hemingway

not some thing we have. . . . Prayer has nothing to

There is only a good fight and a good death for the one whose life is given to the noble.

for those of us who embrace the cause of Christ, the cost to participate in the mission of God is nothing less than everything we are and everything we have.

God is not passive, for love is never passive, but always passionate; and passion always leads to action.

We have defined holiness through what we separate ourselves from rather than what we give ourselves to. I am convinced the great tragedy is not the sins that we commit, but the life that we fail to live. You

I want to live the kind of life that cannot be lived without the fullness of Christ in my life.

Love is not about how many people we have used, but about how much we have cherished one person.

The spirit of a servant is to sacrifice one's own life for the good of those they serve.

Plini de-ngâmfare, stârniÈ›i de mârÈ™av? neobr?zare, Asemenea câinilor f?r? ruÈ™ine, Nu vor s-aud? vocile zeilor.

By turning our backs on other loves, we confirm the uniqueness of our "significant other." "I have found The One. I can stop looking." Miraculously, our desire for others is supposed to evaporate, vanquished by the power of this singular attraction.

A desire to kneel down sometimes pulses through my body, or rather it is as if my body has been meant and made for the act of kneeling. Sometimes, in moments of deep gratitude, kneeling down becomes an overwhelming urge, head deeply bowed, hands before my face.

He loved happiness like I love tea.

For all I know, writing comes out of a superior devotion to reading.

Yet regardless of where they come from, I cannot remember a time when I was not in love with them - with the books themselves, cover and binding and the paper they were printed on, with their smell and their weight and with their possession in my arms, captured and carried off to myself. ...I was ready for them, committed to all the reading I could give them...

When one of us (children) caught measles or whooping cough and we were isolated in bad upstairs, we wrote notes to each other perhaps on the hour. Our devoted mother would pass them for us, after first running them in a hot oven to kill the germs. They came into our hands curled up and warm, sometimes scorched like toast.

Sa Majesté, la reine Marie, seconde épouse du Roi, première dans son coeur

No matter how deep my sleep I shall hear you, and not all the power of death can keep my spirit from wagging a grateful tail. I will always love you as only a dog can.