Quotes About Devotion

I know who I am, my lady, and what matters and what doesn't. I want to be with you. That's one of the real things that matter. That's worth everything else.

One day they'd be too old to do this, multiple climaxes in one night, having sex on a table, but it wouldn't matter. He'd enjoy her at every age, in whatever manner the gods allowed, even if it was just gazing at her in her rocking chair and loving the silver in her hair and the lines on her face that time had earned. As long as they were together, it wouldn't matter.

Relationship games always carry a risk," he managed lightly. "D/s can be dangerous, because it explores the most primitive sides of ourselves. Those involved must have a high degree of trust and a very, very healthy devotion o one another. Like religion, it can be a spiritually enlightening experience, or it can be an expression of psychosis. And somewhere in between, it can be tremendously fun.

Then give me your pain, Master. I can bear it as long as I know your lips will touch every mark when you're done, signing it as your work.

Do nothing or everything; the mediocre, the moderate, is repellent to me; I prefer an extreme.

Do either nothing or everything; the mediocre, the moderate, is repellent to me: I prefer an extreme.

How may I hate that which I love with such intensity of passion? How should I abhor that for which my every drop of blood is boiling?

Paradise is always where love dwells.

I play the notes as they are written, but it is God who makes the music.

Johann Sebastian Bach

I have always kept one end in view, namely ... to conduct a well-regulated church music to the honour of God.

That is the true season of love, when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will love in the same way after us.

The sum which two married people owe to one another defies calculation. It is an infinite debt, which can only be discharged through all eternity.

Love can do much, but duty more.

I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.

Sometimes I don't understand how another can love her, is allowed to love her, since I love her so completely myself, so intensely, so fully, grasp nothing, know nothing, have nothing but her!

This is the true measure of love: when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will ever love in the same way after us.

To live within limits. To want one thing. Or a few things very much and love them dearly. Cling to them, survey them from every angle. Become one with them - that is what makes the poet, the artist, the human being.

I nothing had, and yet enough for youth--Joy in Illusion, ardent thirst for Truth. Give unrestrained, the old emotion, The bliss that touched the verge of pain, The strength of Hate, Love's deep devotion,--O, give me back my youth again!

Think of you! I do not think of you; you are always before my soul.

Grant me one hour on love's most sacred shores To clasp the bosom that my soul adores, Lie heart to heart and merge my soul with yours.

Yes - this I hold to with devout insistence, Wisdom's last verdict goes to say: He only earns both freedom and existence Who must reconquer them each day.

Poetry, dreams, desire, everything leads me to you.

That is the true season of love, when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will love in the same way as us.