Quotes About Devotion

You, Marius, you steal the Queen of Heaven and you keep her as if she were your own? You lock her up in a painted chapel as if she were a goddess made of wood?

She was the woman to whom I'd surrendered passion, pride, and honor for a long time before.

Nunca en mi vida he dejado de amar a nadie que haya querido.

Had I ever loved anyone more than I loved him? Had I ever revealed more of my soul to anyone than I revealed to him?

He was mine and mine forever. He could do what he pleased.

I loved Amadeo as I had loved Pandora. I loved him as I had loved Botticelli. Amadeo was among these, the great loves of my long life.

What would Christ need have done to make me follow Him like Matthew or Peter? Dress well, to begin with, And have a luxurious head of pampered yellow hair.

I had rather live in a cottage with you than reign empress of all the world without you.

Anne declared that if Sarah abandoned her, I swear to you I would shut myself up and never see a creature.

The princess reiterated to Sarah that her faithful Morley . . . will never part with you till she is fast locked in her coffin.

I would have to ask her, just to make certain I'd done everything I could. But I'd warn her. I have no money, no prospects, an exceedingly ugly face, and my dearest friend is the King of Hell. You think that would stop her? I have no idea. Would it, Lydia? Nothing would stop her, if she loved you. And she does, Charles. She loves your pretty face and you scarred face. She loves your past and your present and she most especially loves your future. Just ask. Marry me, Lydia.

And what if you don't come? I will. No matter what happens. I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way,' she murmured.

And there was nothing left between them but love, neither pure nor simple, but love it was.

He was human, he was warm and strong and ready to kill to keep her safe. What more could a girl want in a man?

He turned back, and there was an odd light in his eyes. "Did I ever tell you that I can't live without you?" he said. "No," she said. "You can tell me about it when we survive." She could barely breathe, death was eating its way toward her, and she wanted to laugh out loud with the joy of it.

I want to wake up with you in the morning, I want to fight with you in the afternoon, and I want to make love on any and every available surface in this place. And then I want to do it all over again. Come upstairs with me, Sophie. I'll keep you warm. I'll keep the darkness away.

I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way

She was in love with Adrian Rohan, and had been for years, and nothing, not his rudeness nor tales of his outrageous excess, nor all her own rational self-discourse, could change her.

She said, 'Red, I want to learn every step of you, and dance till the end of the night.

Books swept me away, this way and that, one after the other; I made endless vows according to their lights for I believed them.

You can serve or you can sing, and wreck your heart in prayer, working the world's hard work.

A writer looking for subjects inquires not after what he loves best, but after what he alone loves at all.

The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for one person out of billions. We bound ourselves to the fickle, changing, and dying as if they were rock.

I often think of the set pieces of liturgy as certain words which people have successfully addressed to God without their getting killed.