Quotes About Devotion

What can I say Rango? What can I do to prove to you that I belong to you?

I have an abnormal capacity for passion.

Perhaps I have loved the artist because creation is the nearest we come to divinity.

He had appointed her not only guardian angel, but a member of his ideals.

Eu iubesc, iubesc, iubesc.

Her beauty drowned me. As I sat in front of her I felt that I would do anything mad for her, anything she asked of me. Henry faded. She was color, brilliance, strangeness.

When Henry telephones, I feel his voice in my veins. I want him to talk into me. I want him to talk into me. I eat Henry, I breathe Henry, Henry is in the sun. My cape is his arm around my waist.

When Henry telephones, I feel his voice in my veins. I want him to talk into me. I eat Henry, I breathe Henry, Henry is the sun. My cape is his arm around my waist.

La amo por lo que se ha atrevido a ser, por su dureza, su crueldad, su egoísmo, su perversidad, su demoníaca fuerza destructora. Me aplastaría sin la menor vacilación. Se trata de una personalidad llevada al límite. Adoro el valor con que hiere y estoy dispuesta a sacrificarme a él. Sumará mi ser al suyo. Será June más todo lo que yo contengo.

Hugo y yo nos entregamos totalmente el uno al otro. No podemos estar el uno sin el otro, no soportamos la discordia, la guerra, el alejamiento, no podemos dar paseos solos, no nos gusta viajar sin el otro. Nos hemos entregado a pesar de nuestro individualismo, de nuestra aversión a la intimidad. Nuestro amor ha absorbido nuestro egocentrismo. Nuestro amor es nuestro ego.

I cannot live without love. Love is at the root of my being.

Su belleza me embargó. Mientras permanecía sentada frente a ella, me di cuenta de que sería capaz de hacer cualquier locura por aquella mujer, lo que me pidiera. Henry se desvaneció. Ella era el color, la brillantez, lo extraño.

Henry:] Je pense à toi tous le temps.

And I lie, Anaïs, when I tell you that I do not want to worship you.

She would crush me to ashes without hesitation...She will add the sum of me to her. She will be June, plus all that I contain.

Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously

There was in me confusion between love and devotion. I thought all my acts were acts of love, yielding up of the self, the personal. But I did feel hurt that they were all willing to immolate me, and felt unloved according to my own definition of love: sacrifice.

But Allendy says the need of gestures, of proofs of friendship, love, devotion, comes from lack of confidence. I should not need them, I should be able to dispense with them. Proofs of love and friendship are that I give to others all the time. And everyone seems to need them.

I study you so much to discover the possible flaws, the weak points, the danger zones. I don't find them—not any. That means I am in love, blind, blind. To be blind forever! (Now they're singing "Heaven and Ocean" from La Gioconda.)

I love her for what she has dared to be, for her hardness, her cruelty, her egoism, her perverseness, her demoniac destructiveness. She would crush me to ashes without hesitation. She is a personality created to the limit. I worship her courage to hurt, and I am willing to be sacrificed to it. She will add the sum of me to her. She will be June plus all that I contain.

Not my way of salvation, to surrender the world! Rather for me the taste of Infinite Freedom While yet I am bound by a thousand bonds to the wheel . . . In each glory of sound and sight and scent I shall find Thy infinite joy abiding: My passion shall burn as the flame of salvation, The flower of my love shall become the ripe fruit of devotion.

Mountains are not Stadiums where I satisfy my ambition to achieve, they are the cathedrals where I practice my religion.

My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness.

Je n'aime pas les hommes; j'aime ce qui les dévore.