Quotes About Devotion

Ah, be mine as I'm yours!

His long looks were the thing in the world she could never have enough of. What she felt was that, whatever might happen, she must keep them, must make them most completely her possession.

Suddenly she said to him with extraordinary beauty: I engage myself to you forever. The beauty was in everything, and he could have separated nothing—couldn't have thought of her face as distinct from the whole joy. Yet her face had a new light. And I pledge you—I call God to witness!—every spark of my faith; I give you every drop of my life.

I love you. It's because I love you that I'm here.

I love you as I've never loved you.

I do nothing for any one in the world but you. But for you I'll do anything. Good, good, said Kate. That's how I like you. He waited again an instant. Then you swear to it? To 'it'? To what? Why, that you do 'like' me. For it's only for that, you know, that I'm letting you do—well, God knows what with me.

The great thing is to love something.

la passione amorosa separa terribilmente le sue vittime da tutti, tranne che dall'oggetto amoroso

Women find their religion sometimes in strange exercises

And thus it seemed to her an act of devotion to conceal her misery from him. She concealed it elaborately; she was perpetually, in their talk, hanging out curtains and arranging screens.

He has made me believe in true love; I never did before!

Deep in her breast she believed that he had invested his all in her happiness, while the others had invested only a part.

They had exchanged vows and tokens, sealed their rich compact, solemnized, so far as breathed words and murmured sounds and lighted eyes and clasped hands could do it, their agreement to belong only, and to belong tremendously, to each other.

True admiration," said Mrs. Keith, "is one half respect and the other half self-denial.

Mamie made them easy as he couldn't have begun to do, and yet it could only have cost her more than he should ever have had to spend.

She was the blessing that had now become his need, and what could prove it better than that without her he had lost himself?

True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate his life, through devotion, to something beyond himself.

Were there a Christian so faithful to his God as I was to her we would all be Jesus Christ today.

For seven years I went about, day and night, with only one thing on my mind – her. Were there a Christian so faithful to his God as I was to her we would all be Jesus Christs today.

To paint is to love again, live again, see again. To get up at the crack of dawn in order to take a peek at the water colors one did the day before, or even a few hours before, is like stealing a look at the beloved while she sleeps. The thrill is even greater if one has first to draw back the curtains. How they glow in the cold light of early dawn! … Is there any writer who rouses himself at daybreak in order to read the pages of his manuscript? Perish the thought!

We have scholars galore, and kings and emperors, and statesmen and military leaders, and artists in profusion, and inventors, discoverers, explorers - but where are the great lovers? After a moment's reflection one is back to Abelard and Heloise, or Anthony and Cleopatra, or the story of the Taj Mahal. So much of it is fictive, expanded and glorified by the poverty-stricken lovers whose prayers are answered only by myth and legend.

To make absolute, unconditional surrender to the woman one loves is to break every bond save the desire not to lose her, which is the most terrible bond of all.

Zeven jaar lang heb ik dag en nacht met slechts een gedachte voor mijn geest rongelopen - haar. Als er maar een christen was die zo trouw aan zijn God was als ik aan haar, dan zouden we vandaag allemaal Jezus Christus zijn. Dag en nacht dacht ik aan haar, zelfs als ik haar bedroog.

What shall he say to God? He says that God knows him through and through, and that he is willing to leave himself in God's hands.