Quotes About Devotion

He loved her so much that it almost took his breath away.

Love me and you'll see! To be good, all I ever needed was to be loved. If you loved me, I'd be gentle as a lamb and you could do whatever you pleased with me.

He laid at my feet his immense, tragic love.

Oh, my betrothed of a day, if I did not love you, I would not give you my lips! Take them, for the first time and the last.

Christine, we will go from here together or die together. ~ Raoul

I sing only for you! Tonight I gave you my soul, and I'm dead!

Christine, you must love me!" And Christine's voice, infinitely sad and trembling, as though accompanied by tears, replied: "How can you talk like that? When I sing only for you!

Then I made her understand that, where she was concerned, I was only a poor dog, ready to die for her. But that she could marry the young man she pleased because she had cried with me, and mingled her tears with mine. ~ Erik

I am dying of love. That is how it is...I loved her so! And I love her still....and am dying of love for her. - I kissed her alive...and she looked as beautiful as if she had been dead.

Rien n'était plus froid, rien n'était plus mort que son cÅ"ur : il avait aimé un ange et il méprisait une femme.

Well, then, it's quite simple . . . Christine Daaé shall leave this as she pleases and come back again! . . . Yes, come back again, because she wishes . . . come back of herself, because she loves me for myself! . . .

Up with you!... No!... No, I will go up myself, dear! Oh, very well, I will go up. Let me go! Oh, my darling, my darling!... How sweet of you!... How nice of you to save me the exertion at my age!

Know that it is a corpse who loves you, worships you, and will never, never, leave you.

I want to make a commitment to you, to create a passionate, creative lifelong relationship with you. Is this what you want?

So you know that the RIGHT kind of love ... the kind that's REAL, that SACRIFICES ... that kind of love doesn't BLIND you. It actually helps you SEE.

We talked of love, and all we said would fill a book thicker than this. Yet all we said was only this: that I loved her and she loved me, and we had waited long and long, would be parted no longer.

I clasped my heart's companion to me, and felt myself clasped. I felt myself clasped, and clasped my heart's companion to me.

And yet I loved her still, or would have loved her if I could.

I held her feet in my hands.

Who shall give a lover any law?' Love is a greater law, by my troth, than any law written by mortal man.

I'll die for stifled love, by all that's true.

The fiery heat of love by now had cooled, For from the time he kissed her hinder parts He didn't give a tinker's curse for tarts; His malady was cured by this endeavor And he defied all paramours whatever.

And as for me, though that I konne but lyte, On bokes for to rede I me delyte, And to hem yive I feyth and ful credence, And in myn herte have hem in reverence So hertely, that ther is game noon That fro my bokes maketh me to goon, But yt be seldom on the holyday, Save, certeynly, whan that the month of May Is comen, and that I here the foules synge, And that the floures gynnen for to sprynge, Farewel my bok and my devocioun!

Con qué rapidez invade la piedad los corazones nobles!