Quotes About Devotion

There is nothing in this world more precious than love.

Be mine," he said, his voice thick and urgent. "Be mine right now. Be mine forever. I'll give you anything you want. All I want in return is you.

Be mine," he said, his voice thick and urgent. "Be mine right now. Be mine forever. I'll give you anything you want. All I want in return is you.

in that moment, she knew she loved him. With every thought, every emotion, every piece of her being, she loved him.

e-da-cious (adjective). Devoted to eating, voracious.

His heart had grown, and he'd thought it might burst. He loved her. Suddenly the world was a very simple place. He loved her, and that was all that mattered.

I love you with everything I am, everything I've been, and everything I hope to be." "Colin…" "I love you with my past, and I love you for my future." He bent forward and kissed her, once, softly, on the lips. "I love you for the children we'll have and for the years we'll have together. I love you for every one of my smiles, and even more, for every one of your smiles.

Maybe this, then, was the definition of love. When you wanted someone, needed her, adored her still, even when you were utterly furious and quite ready to tie her to the bed just to keep her from going out and making more trouble.

Intendo dedicare il resto della mia vita a renderti ogni giorno più felice del precedente.

This…this love…it had crept up on her, rolling along, gaining in momentum until one day it was there. It was there, and it was true, and she knew it would be with her always.

Before I met you I was only half-alive... And now?... 'Now' suddenly means happiness, and joy, and a wife I adore... 'Now' doesn't even compare to tomorrow. And tomorrow couldn't possibly compete with the next day. As perfect as I feel this very moment, tomorrow is going to be even better... every day I'm going to love you more. I promise you that.

I want—" His voice dropped to a whisper, and his eyes looked vaguely surprised, as if he couldn't quite believe the truth of his own words. "I want your future. I want every little piece of you.

If it c-could be anybody, Daff, it would be you. I p-promise you that.

No one said we had to spend every waking moment together," he said, "but at the end of the day"—he leaned down and kissed each of her eyebrows, in turn—"and most of the time during, there is no one I would rather see, no one whose voice I would rather hear, and no one whose mind I would rather explore." He kissed her then. Once, slowly and deeply. "I love you, Hyacinth Bridgerton. And I always will.

He loved her. Suddenly the world was a very simple place. He loved her, and that was all that mattered.

She stared down at him. He was gazing at her with such obvious love and devotion, she hardly knew what to do. It seemed to surround her, embrace her, and she knew that this was poetry, this was music. This was love.

He had fallen in love with his wife.

He had fallen in love with his wife, and now the thought of dying, of leaving her, of knowing that their moments together would form a short poem and not a long and lusty novel—it was more than he could bear.

Anthony stared at her for a long moment, his eyes locking with hers until he felt they must be one person. Then, with a shaking hand, he cupped the back of her head and leaned down to kiss her. His lips worshiped hers, offering her every ounce of love and devotion and reverence and prayer that he felt in his soul.

But you hate each other," Edward protested. "Not nearly so much as we love each other," Billie said.

It's beautiful," she whispered. "I love it." "Are you certain?" Simon removed his gloves, then leaned forward and took the ring out of the box. "Because it is your ring. You shall be the one to wear it, and it should reflect your tastes, not mine.

For the rest of my life," he vowed, "I will love you. For the rest of my life. I promise you. I will lay down my life for you. I will honor and cherish you. I will—" He was choking on the words, but he didn't care. He just wanted to tell her. He just wanted her to know.

It was strange, to find a woman who could make him happy just with her mere presence. He didn't even have to see her, or hear her voice, or even smell her scent. He just had to know that she was there. If that wasn't love, he didn't know what was.

I love you," he said, his voice low and fervent. "I love you with everything I am, everything I've been, and everything I hope to be.