Quotes About Devotion

Miss Barrett, for her part, shrank from burdening the life of the man she loved with a responsibility so trying and perhaps so painful, and refused his unchanging devotion for his sake, not for her own.

While I throw off the ceremony, I hold the faster to the kindness.

You burned her because your gifts come wreathed in flames, and your heart is an ember, and your breath is a star, and because you loved her and you wanted to give her everything you are

You did not love an angel to be safe, or in the interests of survival, or even because you thought the angel might even love you back. You did not love an angel because you thought you could tame an angel, change it, make it safe. You loved an angel because to love an angel was to touch something larger than yourself, and because the process of that touch enlarged you as well.

She's my whole goddamned world.

As you wish, my lady. Keep your crown, and your cruelty. Love me not. I will go.

Beloved," he said. "Claim me, and I will do your will. I am yours by right, through the line of your foremothers and forefathers. Only let me own you. Perceval. My darling.

All for Queen and country, and not even honor for themselves.

Will is for England," he said with a tired shrug. "And I am for Will.

No. He would. He would not repudiate Kit, on his deathbed for any reason.

His heart filled up with something vast and terrible at the realization, a shadowy whirl of wings and storm and light, and he knew why men died for Elizabeth. He would have died for Elizabeth himself. And he understood as well that there were things bigger than Elizabeth, bigger than England, for all they were things for which he did not have a name. Faith. God. Liberty. None of it was enough. Worse things had been done in those names than Elizabeth's.

For Leah. Yes. Because for her, I would crawl through fire.

He knew every inch of the thing's surface by now, had bloodied his fingertips with worrying at it, with picking at the spikes of the mouthpiece and exploring the curve and cheeks. It weighed as much as a small child in his arms, resting against his knees, and holding it close to his breast was the only thing that silenced the savage pain in his brands any more.

I loved him. I love you. After a fashion.

Lady, if it would not kill me, I should kiss thee.

Surely her sacrifice, my sacrifice, could not be in vain.

His poet would never disappoint him.

Worthy or not, despised or adored, she was his and he was hers.

One has to commit a painting,' said Degas, 'the way one commits a crime.

in cate feluri te iubesc pe tine?

Let me tell you about love. Love is a kind of madness and you would follow it anywhere, you don't care.

You are my daughter," she said. "I will always stand in the storm for you.

I will never go beyond the love I have for you

Petronella's expression was hard with defiance. "I love him." Her voice was fierce. "You don't know anything about love." "Oh, but I do," Alienor replied bitterly. "Because I love you, and you have just broken my heart.