Quotes About Devotion

Never be like a prostitute, going from guru to guru, deity to deity, never select¬ ing one as a true lover. Be like the Cataka bird, that drinks water only when the Swati asterism is in the sky. Never be happy anywhere but where your beloved is, whatever you may choose to love. Then you can get Siddhi—not otherwise.

The faith is not the problem, Bernadette. The problem is the faithful.

Without loyalty all the training in the world is useless. Worse than useless.

A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body — the wishbone.

Labor is the only prayer that Nature answers: It is the only prayer that deserves an answer—good, honest, noble work.

Memories like shrapnel, forever embedded, infected by what had come later…words of love and undying devotion, times of sublime happiness, lies upon lies upon lies…his attention kept sliding away from the stories he was reading.

But he was her best friend.

She now understood the potencial for loneliness that came with a single, driving passion

Yo siempre digo que, si una chica vive con un hombre sin estar casados, es que lo quiere de verdad —repuso Satchwell—. Porque no hay nada que la retenga, sólo sus sentimientos, ¿no es así?

And he was her very first and it was obvious, you know . . . he knew what he was doing, so it was all that much more important to her. Mad in love, she was. Mad .

she now understood the potential for loneliness that came with a single, driving passion.

He loved her so much he felt his bones would break. Loving her was like lying in a bed of nettles, and the feel of her skin against his was the only balm, the only time the stinging stopped, while, for her, he was the warm bath she took to stave off the cold waterfall of Boaty's indifference.

As you are woman, so be lovely:As you are lovely, so be various,Merciful as constant, constant as various,So be mine, as I yours for ever.

The pictures which do not represent an intense interest cannot expect to create an intense interest.

Here a little child I standHeaving up my either hand.Cold as paddocks though they be,Here I lift them up to Thee,For a benison to fallOn our meat, and on us all.

You say to me-wards your affection's strong;Pray love me little, so you love me long.

Bid me to live, and I will liveThy Protestant to be,Or bid me love, and I will giveA loving heart to thee.

Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am -- not stuck in the middle, but hovering above the entire farcical spectrum, weeping as I behold my fellow man's devotion to political illusion and self-destruction.

To say 'Hail Mary, Hail Mary,' is the best way of telling her how much we love her. And then this string of beads is like Our Lady's girdle, and her children love to finger it, and whisper to her. And then we say our paternosters, too; and all the while we are talking she is shewing us pictures of her dear Child, and we look at all the great things He did for us, one by one; and then we turn the page and begin again.

a humble act of adoration was transcendently greater than the most noble natural act,

dedicating once more by a formal and deliberate act our souls and bodies to the heavenly Will and service of Him Who alone can rightly claim such offering,

we add a fourth intention, namely, that of a desire to receive the crown of martyrdom and a purpose of embracing it.

the gold of loyal hearts, the myrrh of desired martyrdom, and the incense of a pure faith.

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