Quotes About Devotion

Friends first. Even before Brett? Always, Bekka said. Her lively freckled face was dead serious. Wow, Melody said in surprise. They really were friends. Hearing it helped her feel it. And feeling it was like sinking deeper into a warm bath.

How much torture will I endure in the name of love?

True allegiance is only given willingly.

The art is more important than the artist. The work is more important than the person who does it. You must be prepared to sacrifice all the you could possibly have, be, or do; you must be willing to go all the way for your art. If it is a question between choosing between your life and a work of art -- any work of art -- your decision is made for you.

She would die, Claire realized, before she would give up the love she felt for her son.

Any Danish citizen would die for King Christian, to protect him.

I cooked for him like a wife and washed his clothes and was a wife in other ways too terrible to mention.

I had named him Trofast – Faithful

words from the Bible: Where you go, I will go. Your people will be my people.

I'd storm heaven for you, if I knew where it was.

There was no limit to what one man might do, if he gave all, and held back nothing.

You looked a god in the eyes and bore witness for me, by which alone I am preserved." She took a deep breath, through his mouth. "You looked a god in the eyes. And spoke for me. There is nothing in my power that I will ever refuse you, after that.

Loyalty must run two ways, else become betrayal in the egg.

Anything worth doing is worth doing well.

I'd storm heaven for you, if I knew where it was.

They embraced each other so tightly, they had to back off to manage a kiss. "Don't you ever," he said, voice husky with strain, "pull a stunt like that again." "Don't you ever let it become necessary, again." "Deal." He held her face away from his, between his hands, his eyes devouring her. "I was so afraid for you, I forgot to be afraid for your enemies. I should have remembered. Dear Captain.

Yet loyalty must run two ways, or else become betrayal in the egg.

I wanted—I wanted to serve something. To"—he raised his eyes to his father's, driven to a painful honesty—"to make my life an offering fit to lay at his feet." He shrugged. "Screwed up again." "Clay, boy." Count Vorkosigan's voice was hoarse but clear. "Only clay. Not fit to receive so golden a sacrifice." His voice cracked.

Well, I don't hate him. Can't say I worship him, either. She paused a long time, and looked up to meet her mother's eyes square on. But when he's cut, I bleed.

Why does your one virtue have to be fidelity?

Love was long gone, in her. She got by on a starvation diet of loyalty these days.

What makes the hallow kingship hallowed?" Ingrey hesitated so long in answering, Biast began to turn away again in disappointment, when Ingrey blurted, "Faith." And at the puzzled pinch of Biast's brows, clarified: "Keeping it.

Do not deny the gods. And they will not deny you.

I need you more than I need freedom.