Quotes About Devotion

A mother's love, in a degree, sanctifies the most worthless offspring.

Obedience and resignation are our personal offerings upon the altar of duty.

Love is the reduction of the universe to the single being, and the expansion of a single being, even to God

Être aimé d'elle, ou mourir.

Other women bow their heads and suffer in silence. They go on living, mortally wounded but resigned, weeping often but with no desire to strike back against the person who has injured them, praying for him and cherishing their memories until their last breath. That is love, true love, the love the angels know ...

Infuse with passion, then, if you will, this friendship, and let the voice of love disturb its calm.

The Spirit of Love has acquired strength, the result of all vanquished terrestrial passions.

A man must not flatter himself that he knows his wife, and is making her happy unless he sees her often at his knees.

The caresses over which love presides are always pure.

You were at one time her god, her idol. She has now reached that height of devotion at which it is permitted to see holes in the garments of the saints.

She worshiped her children. They were so young that she could hide the disorders of her life from their eyes, and could win their love.

In a lover the coarsest desire always shows itself as a burst of honest admiration.

Woman understands all things through love; what she does not understand she feels; what she does not feel she sees; when she neither sees, nor feels, nor understands, this angel of earth divines to protect you, and hides her protection beneath the grace of love.

I have already seen hundreds of men, young and middle-aged; not one has stirred the least feeling in me. No proof of admiration and devotion on their part, not even a sword drawn in my behalf, would have moved me. Love, dear, is the product of such rare conditions that it is quite possible to live a lifetime without coming across the being on whom nature has bestowed the power of making one's happiness. The thought is enough to make one shudder; for if this being is found too late, what then?

So thorough an old maid as Sylvie was certain to make good progress in the way of salvation.

Anything may be expected and anything may be supposed of a woman who is in love.

Conviction brings a silent, indefinable beauty into faces made of the commonest human clay; the devout worshiper at any shrine reflects something of its golden glow, even as the glory of a noble love shines like a sort of light from a woman's face.

Let the man whom I deign to love beware how he thinks of anything but loving me!

The lover submits to all the caprices of a woman; and as a man is never vile while he lies in the arms of his mistress, he will take the means to please her that a husband would recoil from.

It is as absurd to deny that it is possible for a man always to love the same woman, as it would be to affirm that some famous musician needed several violins in order to execute a piece of music or compose a charming melody.

She who is really a wife, one in heart, flesh, and bone, must follow wherever he leads, in whom her life, her strength, her pride, and happiness are centered.

A moment before, my heart seemed to stop. Now that feeling voiced itself in my mind: If Yuichi is with me, I need nothing else. It flashed for only an instant, but it left me extremely confused, dazzled as I was by the light given off by his eyes.

Her eyes were those of someone who's just fallen in love, someone who sees nothing but her lover, someone who has no fear of anything. The eyes of someone who believes that every dream will come true, that reality will move if you just give it a push.

The only thing that mattered was that you'd found the other half of your heart