Quotes About Devotion

for you beautiful ones my thought is not changeable

I have flown to you like a child to her mother.

I will love [you] . . . as long as [breath] is in me . . . will care. . . . I declare I am your steady friend

For you beautiful women my mind never changes.

We weren't monogamous out of obligation. We were monogamous because we wanted each other more than anyone else. We were monogamous because no one else could compare.

People think love is, you know, this spiritual thing," the lama said. "This feeling. But that's not my thing. In my book, love is a physical act. Love is not ethereal. Love is sticking by someone when they're in the nuthouse. Love is when you keep calling someone even when they don't call you back. Love is dirty and solid. Love is, you know, earth and shit and blood and hair.

I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin. I want.

about your actions. You keep me totally in

He cannot think. He can scarcely breathe. But he has no desire to either, he simply wants to keep kissing her.

Most people do a good deal of whatever they do motivated by love. For me, few stories are truly complete without it.

Let it be you who lean above me On my last day, Let it be you who shut my eyelids Forever and aye. Say a 'Good-night' as you have said it All of these years, With the old look, with the old whisper All without tears. You will know then all that in silence You always knew, Though I have loved, I loved no other As I love you.

Those who love the most Do not talk of their love, Francesca, Guenevere, Dierdre, Iseult, Heloise In the fragrant gardens of heaven Are silent, or speak, if at all, Of fragile, inconsequent things. And a woman I used to know Who loved one man from her youth, Against the strength of the fates Fighting in lonely pride, Never spoke of this thing But hearing his name by chance, A light would pass over her face.

You bound strong sandals on my feet, You gave me bread and wine, And sent me under sun and stars, For all the world was mine. Oh, take the sandals off my feet, You know not what you do; For all the world is in your arms, My sun and stars are you.

Less than the cloud to the wind, Less than the foam to the sea, Less than the rose to the storm Am I to thee. More than the star to the night, More than the rain to the tree, More than heaven to earth Art thou to me.

Love me with your whole heart Or give no love to me, Half-love is a poor thing, Neither bond nor free. You must love me gladly Soul and body too, Or else find a new love, And good-by to you.

Oh, because you never tried To bow my will or break my pride, And nothing of the cave-man made You want to keep me half afraid, Nor ever with a conquering air You thought to draw me unaware— Take me, for I love you more Than I ever loved before.

Remember that no matter where I am or what I'm doing I've got a special place inside me that's all for you. It's been there since the day we met.

He was religious, very religious indeed, this uncle of mine, and after the death of my aunt he became a Carthusian monk. As I write these lines, ill and aged as he is, and bent with pain, I know he is digging his own grave, weak with the weight of the spade, imploring God to take him, and thinking sometimes of me, of his little Bohemian. Ah, the dear, good man, it is to him that I owe all that is best in me.

Your words are my food, your breath my wine. You are everything to me.

All the pictures that hung in my memory before I knew you have faded and given place to our radient moments together. Now I cannot live apart from you... Your words are my food, your breath is my wine. You are everything to me.

Take my day, take my night, take my sunrise, take my life.

Do you understand, my star? I would destroy the world for you.

I loved her, atom by atom, one burning cell at a time.

People here argue about religion interminably, but it appears that they are competing at the same time to see who can be the least devout.