Quotes About Devotion

I love you more than my own skin.

Ich verspräche gerne diesem Buche die Liebe der Deutschen.

Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.

True, we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving. There is always some madness in love, but there is also always some reason in madness.

Love is blind. Friendship closes its eyes.

Whatever is done for love always occurs beyond good and evil.

Was aus Liebe getan wird, geschieht immer jenseits von Gut und Böse. (What is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil.)

The feelings of devotion, self-sacrifice for one's neighbor, the whole morality of self-denial must be questioned mercilessly and taken to court.... There is too much charm and sugar in these feelings of 'for others,' 'not for myself,' for us not to need to become doubly suspicious at this point and to ask: 'are these not perhaps-seductions?

We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.

Why, said the saint, did I go into the forest and the desert? Was it not because I loved mankind far too well? Now I love God! Mankind I do not love; mankind is a thing too imperfect for me. Love of mankind would be fatal to me.

In the end one loves one's desire and not what is desired.

Remain true to the earth, my brethren, with the power of your virtue! Let your bestowing love and your knowledge be devoted to be the meaning of the earth! . . . Let it not fly away from the earthly and beat against eternal walls with its wings. . . . Lead, like me, the flown-away virtue back to the earth—yes, back to body and life: that it may give to the earth its meaning, a human meaning!

Todo lo que se hace por amor, se hace más allá del bien y del mal.

if you wish to strive for peace of soul and pleasure, then believe; if you wish to be a devotee of truth, then inquire. . . .

Religion is a form of gratitude. A man is grateful for his own existence: to that end he needs a god.

You love your virtue as the mother her child; but when was it heard of a mother wanting to be paid for her love?

Unconditional love also includes—the ardent desire to be abused: at that point it is a defiance directed against itself, and out of its devotion the very wish for self-annihilation finally arises: Drown in this sea!

It is true: we love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving. There is always a certain madness in love. But also there is always a certain method in madness.

If ye believed more in life, then would ye devote yourselves less to the momentary. But for waiting, ye have not enough of capacity in you—nor even for idling! Everywhere

It is true: we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving. There is always some madness in love. But there is always also some reason in madness.

The great works are produced in such an ecstasy of love that they must always be unworthy of it, however great their worth otherwise.

A martyr's disciples suffer more than the martyr.

When I love I love, when I hate I hate. I don't believe in the kind of love that can be sliced and passed around, the kind of love that undermines and destroys while it pretends to caress.

for a woman, love is its own reason. I love you because I love you.