Quotes About Devotion

There are so few people given us to love. I want to tell my daughters this, that each time you fall in love it is important, even at nineteen. Especially at nineteen. And if you can, at nineteen, count the people you love on one hand, you will not, at forty, have run out of fingers on the other. There are so few people given us to love and they all stick.

As he leans over to kiss me good night, I do not regret having graduated from the amorous sprints of our youths. Marriage is a long-distance course, and reading aloud is a kind of romantic Gatorade formulated to invigorate the occasionally exhausted racers.

He would surely have agreed that we were alike where it really counted: we were both hard-core devotees of what I call You-Are-There Reading, the practice of reading books in the places they describe.

I love you, with a love so great that it simply couldn't keep growing inside my heart, but had to leap out and reveal itself in all its magnitude.

People who have a religion should be glad, for not everyone has the gift of believing in heavenly things.

In the future I'm going to devote less time to sentimentality and more time to reality.

People who are religious should be glad, since not everyone is blessed with the ability to believe in a higher order.

Love, what is love?

Grandma was always so loyal and good. She would never have let any of us down. Whatever happened, no matter how much I misbehaved, Grandma always stuck up for me. Grandma, did you love me, or did you not understand me either? I don't know. How lonely Grandma must have been, in spite of us. You can be lonely even when you're loved by many people, since you're still not anybody's 'one and only'. And

Now I live only for Peter

Dear God, I have everything I could wish for, while fate has her in its deadly clutches. She was as devout as I am, maybe even more so, and she too wanted to do what was right. But then why have I been chosen to live, while she's probably going to die? What's the difference between us? Why are we now so far apart?

But there's one thing I can't do, and that's to love Mother with the devotion of a child. I soothe my conscience with the thought that it's better for unkind words to be down on paper than for Mother to have to carry them around in her heart.

November 27th, 1943 It was mean of me to treat her that way, and now she was looking at me, oh so helplessly, with her pale face and beseeching eyes. If only I could help her! Dear God, I have everything I could wish for, while fate has her in its deadly clutches. She was as devout as I am, maybe even more so, and she too wanted to do what was right. But then why have I been chosen to live, while she's probably going to die? What's the difference between us? Why are we now so far apart?

If you were mine, I'd never leave you, Prudence. I couldn't.

I shan't mind if you don't, he agreed. But I'll not let you go, Prudence. Til not pester you, but know this: I will wait until you choose to listen to your heart. Pshaw. It was a feeble effort. She took a deep breath and tried again. Humbug! How can you presume to know my heart? He smiled a slow, devastating smile. You are my heart. He lifted her hand and kissed it. And our hearts beat in tune. I know it—I, who used not to believe in such things. And you know it.

Mattie was in love with Daniel, of course; this was the X within the circle on her map: I love Daniel.

If you find that you start a number of stories or pieces that you don't ever bother finishing, that you lose interest or faith in them along the way, it may be that there is nothing at their center about which you care passionately.

I know a person with a Ph.D. who goes to a church based on Star Wars: May the force be with you.

I honestly think in order to be a writer, you have to learn to be reverent. If not, why are you writing? Why are you here?

Rider to your mate be true Follow heart in deed and do All the best your strength can find So you will rest in heart and mind

Lessa was Ramoth's and Ramoth was hers, mind and heart, irrevocably attuned. Only death could dissolve that incredible bond.

I could easily imagine carrying a favoured item to the ends of the earth, if only to help believe I'd see its beloved owner again.

Why do progress and beauty have to be so opposed? ; 75 Also, as in war, the case, like a great bubbling cauldron of life itself, threw up both good and evil. Greed, madness, cruelty and indifference were countered by goodness, devotion, self-sacrifice, and courage. p 178

BUT SURELY WE do demand duration and continuity of relationships