Quotes About Devotion

A tr?i înseamn? a fi neliber prin iubire.

Love that stammers, that stutters, is apt to be the love that loves best.

She loved only her lover and Iphigenia in the narrowness of her cold breast.

Florentine… Florentine Lacasse…, moitié peuple, moitié chanson, moitié printemps, moitié misère… Une Florentine détestant servir, détestant chaque minute de son assujettissement à la vie et, cependant, donnant ses payes presque en entier à sa famille. Une jeune fille que consumaient le dégoût du travail quotidien et aussi le dévouement aux siens. Une Florentine inconnue!

Maya, we are what we love. We are that we love.

In my humble opinion, love is when a person believes that he, she or it can't live without some other he, she or it...I said believes. No one actually needs another person or another person's live to survive. Love, Lizzie, is when we have irrationally convinced ourselves that we do.

That love is all there is; is all we know of love. It is enough; the freight should be proportioned to the groove." What is the "freight"? he wondered. What is the "groove"?

In you, I found infinity. In you, I was reborn

The only love she inspires is the canine kind.

All I can say is . . . All I can say is we'll figure it out, I swear. When I read a book, I want you to be reading it at the same time. I want to know what would Amelia think of it. I want you to be mine. I can promise you books and conversation and all my heart, Amy.

So I will wait, because I would rather wait for you than waste my time with someone who isn't you. And I will focus on the long game. As they say in baseball, losing game one and even game two is no reason to give up on the whole series. When you're ready, if you're ever ready, give me the word.

When you think of your mother, the word that occurs to you is too. She hugs you too hard, kisses you too long, asks you too many questions, worries too much about your weight/your love life/your friendships/your future/your water consumption. She loves you with an almost religious fervor. She loves you too much. The love makes you feel embarrassed for her and almost guilty—other than be born, what have you done to deserve such love?

Maybe the sex wouldn't have been exceptional, but it wouldn't have mattered. Because the other things they had were finer than sex. Because he loved Sadie. It was one of only a handful of things that he knew to be a constant about himself. The greatest pleasures of his life had been when he was by her side, playing or inventing.

It was superior, he believed, to show love to those one loved. But now, it seemed like one of the easiest things in the world Sam could do. Why wouldn't you tell someone you loved them? Once you loved someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it. You said it until it ceased to have meaning. Why not? Of course, you goddamn did.

Why wouldn't you tell someone you loved them? Once you love someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it.

The greatest pleasures of his life had been when he was by her side, playing or inventing. And how could she not feel that as well? There would never be another Sadie, and now this one was lost to him.

Real love' is not just instinct, but intent.

I was fully devoted to it, and now I'm not. I think if I'd become a professional, I would likely have fallen out of love with it anyway. It isn't a sadness, but a joy, that we don't do the same things for the length of our lives.

To be good at something is not quite the same as loving it.

She was intelligent, but her intelligence didn't get in her way of her enthusiasm

My god, she thought, he is so easy to love.

He writes a paragraph a day. A paragraph for Maya. It isn't much, but it's what he has left to give. He

and you're going to regret that you didn't stand by me. Because if you love someone, you love them all the way. You love them even when they make mistakes. That's what I think.

Someday, you may think of marrying. Pick someone who thinks you're the only person in the room. —