Quotes About Devotion

Would a harsh word ever fall from lips which now breathed only love? Would the step whose lightest footfall now made her heart leap, ever sound in her ear like a death knell?

As much as he loved his home, it was no match for Tiana's radiance. If given the choice between being here with her or returning to his home in Maldonia, he would choose Tiana every single time.

animal. In the end it was his passion that did him in.

The positive side was the sisterly bonding, at least on my part. Hannah Rosie Decker was my only blood sibling, and they didn't come any cuter or better than she. I adored her. Matter

Egli non le chiese perdono, ostentoÌ€ da quella sera di non lasciarla un momento, come sacrificandosi, nonostante ella lo pregasse di fare ciò che gli piaceva, per non vedergli sempre quell'aria rannuvolata.

En la bandera de la libertad bordé el amor más grande de mi vida.

To find a kiss of yours] translated by Sarah Arvio. To find a kiss of yours what would I give A kiss that strayed from your lips dead to love My lips taste the dirt of shadows To gaze at your dark eyes what would I give Dawns of rainbow garnet fanning open before God— The stars blinded them one morning in May And to kiss your pure thighs what would I give Raw rose crystal sediment of the sun

Y aunque no me quisieras te querría por tu mirar sombrío como quiere la alondra al nuevo día, sólo por el rocío.

La mia felice bocca nuovamente incontrare vuole le tue labbra che baciando mi benedicono, le tue dita care voglio tenere e giocando congiungerle con le mie dita, saziare il mio assetato sguardo col tuo, avvolgere il mio capo nei tuoi folti capelli.

Y yo dormiré a tus pies para guardar lo que sueñas. Desnuda, mirando al campo, como si fuera una perra, ¡porque eso soy! Que te miro y tu hermosura me quema»

La poesia non cerca seguaci, cerca amanti.

Never let me lose the marvel of your statue-like eyes, or the accent the solitary rose of your breath places on my cheek at night. I am afraid of being, on this shore, a branchless trunk, and what I most regret is having no flower, pulp, or clay for the worm of my despair. If you are my hidden treasure, if you are my cross, my dampened pain, if I am a dog, and you alone my master, never let me lose what I have gained, and adorn the branches of your river with leaves of my estranged Autumn.

La poesía no quiere adeptos, quiere amantes.

Ay qué trabajo me cuesta, quererte como te quiero!

Though everything else may appear shallow and repulsive, even the smallest task in music is so absorbing, and carries us so far away from town, country, earth, and all worldly things, that it is truly a blessed gift of God.

What do you want? What do you know about it? What are you talking about? Everything belongs to Him, just as I do. But I, I love Him. I worship Him, I serve Him. Do you think you can oppose Him, poor creatures like you? He's all-powerful. He's above all of you. Everything we have comes from Him. Everything that lives or grows comes from Him.

Del mismo modo que quien tuviese un libro donde estuviese toda la ciencia, no buscaría más que aprender ese libro; así también nosotros no necesitamos buscar más que a Cristo»

We cannot do anything for the people we love, except to keep on loving them".

Era la peregrinación de los martes, devota, insulsa, mentirosa. Venían a pedir favores. ¿Por qué esta manía de pedir y pedir? Yo no soy de aquí. Me avergüenzo de esta raza limosnera.

Después de él, eso si, la verdad sea dicha, por sobre sus centenares de hijos y nietos me quería a mí. Yo por mi parte la quería a ella más que a nadie, con un amor ilimitado. Si ella no me correspondía en la misma medida, qué me importa, qué carajos, el amor es así: desbalanceado, desajustado, desequilibrado, cojo.

se sentaba en una mecedora a vigilarlo, a contemplarlo. A darle brillo de amor con sus ojos alertas.

Mi amor enfermizo adoraba los libros no sólo por lo que decían sino por la materia de que eran, por el objeto en sí. Era un amor absoluto por los dos costados de la carne y el espíritu, como quien dice la total perdición.

Sería que esta raza novelera desertó también de la Virgen? ¿Por el fútbol?

A fanatic is a man that does what he thinks th' Lord wud do if He knew th' facts iv th' case.