Quotes About Devotion

My mum would have gone hungry before I would go hungry.

Por Dios, Atanarico, eras tú! ¡Nunca hubo nadie aparte de ti! ¿No es evidente?

You have the same rhythm. Click. You just know each other. All of a sudden you see reading in bed and waffles on Sunday and laughing at nothing and his mouth on yours. And it's so far beyond fine that you know you can never go back to fine. That fast. You think: Oh, here is the rest of my life. It's finally arrived.

She called me Mille and she couldn't keep her hands off me. I adored her.

I'll hold myself to him like a climbing, coiling vine until I have invaded every part of him and made him mine.

You'd be my pariah, and I'd love you no matter what, and I'd shield you from everything," Desi said.

Because you can't be as in love as we were and not have it invade your bone marrow.

I just wish he thought about me as much as I do him.

Because you can't be as in love as we were and not have it invade your bone marrow. Our kind of love can go into remission, but it's always waiting to return. Like the world's sweetest cancer.

We will have a happy marriage if it kills him.

So long as you are ready to die for humanity, the life of your country is immortal.

Even Brownie had a comment, a small doggie whimper. She leaned against the outside of my right thigh. Yeah. I started scratching ears. Those beasts have selectively bred us for thousands of years.

With the legalization of Christianity, the opportunity to be martyred disappeared. As a result, people who wanted to prove their faith turned to "white martyrdom" — the living of a strict, ascetic life — as the most viable alternative to actual martyrdom.

Love is a fan club with only two fans.

The American people are as devoted to the idea of sin and its punishment as they are to making money—and fighting drugs is nearly as big a business as pushing them. Since the combination of sin and money is irresistible (particularly to the professional politician), the situation will only grow worse." I suppose, if nothing else, I was

So gewiss es ist, dass ich meine Sara ewig lieben werde: so wenig will es mir ein, dass ich sie ewig lieben soll, - soll!

My passion for Sarah had killed simple lust forever. Never again would I be able to enjoy a woman without love.

Hatred seems to work on the same glands as love: it even produces the same actions. If we had not been taught how to interpret the story of the Passion, would we have been able to say from their actions alone whether it was the jealous Judas or the cowardly Peter who loved Christ?

I've caught belief like a disease. I've fallen into belief like I fell in love.

If I stopped loving Him, I would cease to believe in His love. If I loved God, then I would believe in His love for me. It's not enough to need it. We have to love first, and I don't know how. But I need it, how I need it.

It was too easy to die for what was good or beautiful, for home or children or a civilization - it needed a God to die for the half-hearted and the corrupt.

You were there teaching me to squander, so that one day we might have nothing left except this love of You. But You are too good to me. When I ask You for Pain, You give me peace. Give it him too. Give him my peace-he needs it more.

I had committed myself: without love I'd have to go through the gestures of love.

He knew now that at the end there was only one thing that counted - to be a saint.