Quotes About Devotion

You are the most beautiful girl that has ever lived, and it is worth dying to have kissed you.

The process of relating to this reflection of the inner Buddha is called devotion. As long as there is the stream of thoughts, there is no end to the projection of samsara. Until the end of samsara, there is no end to the path. As long as there is a path, there is devotion. And as long as there is devotion, there is an outer teacher.

Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

next to of course god america ilove you land of the pilgrims' and so forth

No language can express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother's love. It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over wastes of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of its quenchless fidelity like a star.

Nathan, how can you stand playing the same piece over and over again?" And Grandpa Nate answered, "Why don't you ask me how I can stand making love to the same woman over and over again?

He was contemplation and enthusiasm. Ambition and strong coffee. I could have looked at him forever.

He looked at you like you were the brightest planet in the galaxy.

One day I looked at Gat, lying in the Clairmont hammock with a book, and he seemed, well, like he was mine. Like he was my particular person.

Everything doesn't seem like anything when you love someone. Especially when you're young.

I think you're beautiful always and forever.

It was love, and it hit me so hard I leaned against the screen door that still stood between us, just to stay vertical. I wanted to touch him like he was a bunny, a kitten, something so special and soft your fingertips can't leave it alone. The universe was good because he was in it. I loved the hole in his jeans and the dirt on his bare feet and the scrab on his elbow and the scar that laced through one eyebrow. Gat, my Gat.

It was love, and it hit me so hard I leaned against the screen door that still stood between us, just to stay vertical. I wanted to touch him like he was a bunny, a kitten, something so special and soft your fingertips can't leave it alone. The universe was good because he was in it.

It was love, and it hit me so hard I leaned against the screen door that still stood between us, just to stay vertical. The universe was good because he was in it. I loved the hole in his jeans and the dirt on his bare feet and the scab on his elbow and the scar that laces through one eyebrow. Gat, my Gat.

I wanted to touch him like he was a bunny, a kitten, something so special and soft your fingertips can't leave it alone. The universe was good because he was in it.

They planned to know one another when they were ancient and gray-"when we're doddering around with canes and have forgotten the names of our wives, we will still be Bassets,and still be young in our hearts.

Jule had loved Immie Sokoloff as well as she knew how to love anyone. She really had.

I love you, Cady. I mean it." I leaned in and kissed him.

For Gat with everything, everything. Cady.

He looked at you like you were the brightest planet in the sky.

He seemed, well, like he was mine. Like he was my particular person.

I whisper how I love them into their soft doggy ears.

I fell for you so hard, Cady. There was no stopping it.

It was love and it hit me so hard I leaned against the screen door that still stood between us,just to stay vertical.I wanted to touch him like he was a bunny,a kitten,something so special and soft your fingertips can't leave it alone.The universe was good because he was in it.I loved the hole in his jeans and the dirt on his bare feet and the scab on his elbow and the scar that laced through one eyebrow.Gat,my Gat.