Quotes About Devotion

Invest them elsewhere; in any case, we do not serve the same gods.

O Satan, my Master, I give myself unto thee forever!" How I regret not remembering the name of the nun who, having written these words with a nail dipped in her own blood, deserves to figure in an anthology of prayer and concision.

My quiet time is not a gift I give to God. My quiet time is a gift God gives me. I don't offer him my quiet time. I simply offer him my time, my self. He's the one who provides the quiet spirit.

My Lord Jesus supplies everything I need in my life, but he also demands everything. He asks for the whole of my life - my heart and my soul and my mind.

Te amo, Sandokan; te amo como nunca mujer alguna amó sobre la tierra! Sandokan la acarició dulcemente y sus labios besaron los dorados cabellos y la nívea frente de la joven. -¡Ay de quien te toque ahora, que ya eres mía!

Nelly, I am Heathcliff - he's always, always in my mind - not as a pleasure, any more then I am always a pleasure to myself - but, as my own being.

To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

This is marriage, I thought, or at least my marriage. It is not the stories of forbidden desire that thrilled me as a girl, or even magical rides through clouds and on dark waters. It is John's right hand in mine, and his left one sure and steady on the wheel.

Marriage is something that needs to be worked on every day. I don't know if I'm the one to give marital advice since I've only been married for a little over a year, but marriage is certainly easier if you are open, trusting and loving.

If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Healthcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.

I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.

Nelly, I am Heathcliff - he's always, always in my mind - not as a pleasure, any more then I am always a pleasure to myself - but, as my own being.

He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

[Said by Catherine:] I am Heathcliff.

Alter! When the Hills do—Falter! When the SunQuestion if His GloryBe the Perfect One—Surfeit! When the DaffodilDoth of the Dew—Even as Herself—Sir—I will—of You—

Maybe that's what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all.

I love him wholly and unconditionally and without reservation. I love him enough to sacrifice a friendship. I love him enough to accept my own happiness and use it, in turn, to make him happy back.

This was what love did. It unhinged you.

Real love should draw no blood from the loved and buckets from the lover.

The thing I never understood about love is that it can't be quelled, like lust can. With love, if you follow its call, if you give in to it, it just gets worse. The more you have, the deeper you go, the more you need.

There are many kinds of love, and people have the capacity to love many different people.

We had known each other for many years; starved together, worked together, loved each other, suffered each other, made love; and yet the most tremendous consummation of our love was occurring now, as she patiently, in love and terror, held my hand.

Man inherits the capacity for loyalty, but not the use to which he shall put it. The persons and causes (if any) to which he shall devote himself are suggested to him, often, indeed, imposed upon him, by education and environment. Nevertheless, they are his by choice, not by hereditary compulsion. And his choice may be bad. He may unselfishly devote himself to what is petty or vile, as he may to what is generous and noble.