Quotes About Devotion

She had of course, kept working. He liked to think she would have moved under the table to continue her task if a gun battle had broken out, but he wasn't sure.

All I'd wanted to be when I grew up was yours.

The Lord is present in every one of us, and when we love those around us, we are loving him.

Love means giving yourself to the person you love,being willing to sacrifice everything,even your pride

As the novelist Charles Williams wrote, "Unless devotion is given to the thing which must prove false in the end, the thing that is true in the end cannot enter.

An ounce of loyalty is worth a pound of cleverness.

The artist needs no religion beyond his work.

If put to the pinch, an ounce of loyalty is worth a pound of cleverness. ( Get Out or Get in Line , 1928)

Set aside time each day to thank the Lord for that day. Never allow yourself to forget, even if it's a quick "thank you for getting me through another day.

Then you--weren't lovers?" Pollyanna's voice was tragic with dismay. "Never!" "And it isn't all coming out like a book? . . . Oh dear! And it was all going so splendidly," almost sobbed Pollyanna. "I'd have been so glad to come--with Aunt Polly." "And you won't--now?" The man asked the question without turning his head. "Of course not! I'm Aunt Polly's!

Every woman wants to be first to someone sometime in her life and that desire is the explanation for many strange things women do.

Up to a certain point it is good for us to know that there are people in the world who will give us love and unquestioned loyalty to the limit of their ability. I doubt, however, if it is good for us to feel assured of this without the accompanying obligation of having to justify this devotion by our behavior.

Success in marriage depends on being able, when you get over being in love, to really love.

I miss you greatly dear. The nicest time of day is when I write to you. You have a stormier time than I do but I miss you as much, I think. . . . Please keep most of your heart in Washington as long as I'm here for most of mine is with you!

The weaker partner in a marriage is the one who loves the most.

She's sweet on Wagner. I think she'd die for Beethoven. she loves the way Puccini lays down a tune, and Verdi's always creeping from her room.

For her whole life she would sacrifice to him every quality of her own, and he wouldn't even be aware of the sacrifice, he would be surrounded by the wealth of feeling, intelligence, imagination that were hers, without knowing what to do with them, he would ruin them.

I would have don't anything for her, on that morning of reconciliation: run away from home, leave the neighborhood, sleep in farmhouses, feed on roots, descend into the sewers through the grates, never turn back, not even if it was cold, not even if it rained.

If she wants Marcello Solara, I will resign myself. I love her so much that if she's happy with someone else I will withdraw and between us everything will remain as it is now. But if she wants me--if she wants me--there's no help for it, you must give her to me.

If she had already yielded, if she had already swallowed that insult, her bond with Stefano must truly be strong. She loved him, she loved him like the girls in the photonovels. For her whole life she would sacrifice to him every quality of her own, and he wouldn't even be aware of the sacrifice, he would be surrounded by the wealth of feeling, intelligence, imagination that were hers, without knowing what to do with them, he would ruin them.

ci comunicava così un amore devotissimo, era evidente che gli piaceva ricordare a se stesso e agli altri la straordinarietà della sua donna, mentre mio marito non mi lodava mai, anzi mi riduceva a madre dei suoi figli, voleva che pur avendo studiato non fossi capace di pensiero autonomo, mi umiliava umiliando ciò che leggevo, ciò che m'interessava, ciò che dicevo, e pareva disposto ad amarmi solo a patto di dimostrare di continuo la mia nullità.

For her whole life she would sacrifice to him every quality of her own, and he wouldn't even be aware of the sacrifice, he would be surrounded by the wealth of feeling, intelligence, imagination that were hers, without knowing what to do with them, he would ruin them.

I felt the need, as I had long ago, to take care of him, to tend to him, to protect him, to sustain him in everything that he would do in the course of his life.

How you like saying you love him." "Why shouldn't I like it?" "You're right, why? I was wrong: it's pointless to open the eyes of someone in love.