Quotes About Devotion

Only one who devotes himself to a cause with his whole strength and soul can be a true master. For this reason, mastery demands all of a person.

Solo aquel que se consagra a una causa, con toda su fuerza y alma, puede ser un verdadero maestro. Por esta razón, ser maestro lo exige todo de una persona».

find out what you truly love to do and then direct all of your energy towards doing it.

The purpose of life is to love

She guessed she really was married to him, the way she hated the thought of him grieving for her.

They ran. They stayed warmer that way and running seemed to be the right way to measure their love for Uncle Ben. They wanted to hear their breath, and their feet stamping the ground. They wanted to feel their lungs working, and their hearts.

The image of medieval piety, of churches filled with devout peasants, has no historical basis.

Dogs have given us their absolute all. We are the center of their universe. We are the focus of their love and faith and trust. They serve us in return for scraps. It is without a doubt the best deal man has ever made.

Dogs remember every favor you ever do for them and store those events in a memory bank titled Why My Human Is A God.

Baseball writers develop a great attachment for the Brooklyn club if long exposed

People who are always in praise and pursuit of the beautiful are an embarrassment, like people who make a constant display of their religious faith.

He had fathered a great brood of us without providing for a proper succession, he had been less than kind to all of our mothers and he then expected our devotion and support. He played favorites and, in fact, it even seemed he played us off against one another. He then got suckered into something he could not handle and left the kingdom in a mess.

Hallowed be Thy name, if a name Thou hast and any desire to see it hallowed.

Around 6 p.m.: the apartment is warm, clean, well-lit, pleasant. I make it that way, energetically, devotedly (enjoying it bitterly): henceforth and forever I am my own mother.

To expend oneself, to bestir oneself for an impenetrable object is pure religion. To make the other into an insoluble riddle on which my life depends is to consecrate the other as a god; I shall never manage to solve the question the other asks me, the lover is not Oedipus. Then all that is left for me to do is to reverse my ignorance into truth.

Since I've been taking care of her, the last six months in fact, she was everything for me, and I've completely forgotten that I'd written. I was no longer anything but desperately hers.

Un mandarín estaba enamorado de una cortesana. «Seré tuya», dijo ella, «cuando hayas pasado cien noches esperándome sentado sobre un banco, en mi jardín, bajo mi ventana». Pero, en la nonagesimonovena noche, el mandarín se levanta, toma su banco bajo el brazo y se va.

The lover's fatal identity is precisely: I am the one who waits.

The saint is first and foremost a being without formal context; the idea of fashion is antipathetic to the idea of sainthood.

The love story... is the tribute the lover must pay to the world in order to be reconciled with it.

regarding Charles Lee) This eccentric and notably slovenly man was always trailed by his beloved dogs. When I can be convinced that men are as worthy objects as dogs, he once explained, I shall transfer my benevolence to them.

Its couplets included these lines: "Before no mortal ever knew / A love like mine so tender, true…No joy unmixed my bosom warms / But when my angel's in my arms.

John "was still her hero after all the years.

I'm doing this in love.