Quotes About Devotion

Éramos religiosos, tínhamos o céu por testemunha.

Wine, fruit, jams, it is true, but all served with sweet words, tender looks, childish caresses, an infinity of these testimonies from the heart, in fact the true, uninterrupted discourse of love.

Viverem duas criaturas uma para a outra, confundidas, unificadas; pensar, aspirar, sonhar a mesma coisa; limitar o horizonte nos olhos de cada uma, sem outra ambição, sem inveja de mais nada. Sabe o que é isto? -- Sei... é o casamento por fora. (Linha reta e linha curva)

Los locos de amor eran tres o cuatro, pero sólo les resultaban asombrosos por la curiosa índole de su delirio.

Humility is throwing oneself away in complete concentration on something or someone else.

Love isn't how you feel. It's what you do.

The prayer of words cannot be eliminated. And I must pray them daily, whether I feel like praying or not. Otherwise, when God as something to say to me, I will not know how to listen. Until I have worked through self, I will not be enabled to get out of the way.

I feel as though I'm not breathing when I'm out of his presence. He's the oxygen in my air, the sun in my universe, the staff of my life. —Jane Gardiner

I've got a sweater. Ben pulled off his coat and held it out for her. Here. Thanks, Ben. It's lovely and warm. Then she said, Ben, I-- I can tell you how I feel about-- about everything. I think you're the best friend I've ever had. I-- I'd lie down and die for you if you wanted me to. Honey, Ben said. When I get you to lie down for me it won't be to die.

I simply take him into my heart, and then put him into God's hand.

Love isn't what you feel. It's what you do.

Many waters cannot quench love,' she whispered. 'Neither can floods drown it.

But I wanted to do it for you," Mr. Murry said. "That's what every parent wants.

The Mother asks the sacrifice of love.

Love isn't how you feel. It's what you do.

I love you. Charles Wallace, you are my darling and my dear and the light of my life and the treasure of my heart.

Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it.

is not an easy thing to refuse to be worshipped.

Prayer was never meant to be magic,' Mother said. 'Then why bother with it?' Suzy scowled. 'Because it's an act of love,' Mother said.

Many waters cannot quench the thirst for love,nor can the floods drown it.

Emmet, I love you. I'm so blind and stupid, thank you for waiting for me, for understanding.

I love you, Louise Downe McCord. You drive me absolutely crazy sometimes, and this is one of those times, but I love you.

Say yes, Jenny. Promise you'll marry me. Promise you'll still be here, driving me crazy and loving me when we're little and old and surrounded by grandchildren. Promise that you'll let me love you until I take my last breath. Promise.

Annie] "I just wondered … is slowly a good thing?" "Is slowly …" His fingers relaxed and she felt rather than saw his smile. He brushed his fingertips across her lips, then sank back to his pillow. "Oh yes, Annie love. Slowly is a very good thing." "Oh, my.