Quotes About Adoration

Be thankful, but be careful that you don't become so enamored of God's good gifts that you fail to worship the giver.

If you were mine, I'd never leave you, Prudence. I couldn't.

Sam said to me the other day, I love you like 20 tyrannosauruses on 20 mountaintops, and this is the exact same way in which I love him.

He was also inordinately fond of cats.

I would have done just about anything for him.

I've loved you more than any being in all the world whom I've ever loved.

My Master's face was rapt and beautiful, a white flame against the wavering golden light of countless candles. He stood over me.

When he turned from his victim, I would see even blood teeming in him, and I would have given all the world to see him white again, my marble god, my graven Father in our private bed.

He adored me. And though my paintings terrified him, something in his deep soul allowed him to worship my seeming talent-the deftness of my composition, my vibrant colors, my graceful speed.

You know how you just have to touch your child, sometimes? How you drink him in with your eyes and you could stare at him for hours and you marvel at how dear and impossibly perfect he is?

I know only enough of God to want to worship him, by any means ready to hand.

I love you. At your best and your worst, I love you. Paris or Darkfrith. Here, there, and everywhere, I love you.

You deserve someone who loves you without conditions. Who would never look at another woman for the rest of his life with anything but indifference, because you are the sum of his dreams. The one girl whose eyes shine with all the days and nights he prays will come. His stars and his sun and his moon. His happiness, his true heart. His voice roughened. His everything. She gazed up at him, her lips trembling. Is that it? Is that how you feel about her? Yes, he said, and dropped his hands.

But then: a pink nose tiny black paws and blinking sleepy eyes a small black fur ball not a BIG fat fur ball a kitten stumbling out of a basket and wobbling over to me and crawling up on my lap and licking my pajamas and I forgot that I hate cats as it crawled up onto my chest and purrrrrred and I was smiiiiiling all over the place.

Oh, I remember how beautiful you were. You didn't have any hair. You were such a bald little booger, I thought I was going to have to save up to buy you a toupee.

You are my life." -Maris

Munatara a la frah. (The most precious lady of my life) [Dancer Hauk]

What a sweet reverence is that when a young man deems his mistress a little more than mortal and almost chides himself for longing to bring her close to his heart.

I am still yours, Allie, my queen, my timeless beauty. You are, and always have been, the best thing in my life

He was on his knees before this female, and he'd gladly stay there for the rest of his life.

I feel as though I'm not breathing when I'm out of his presence. He's the oxygen in my air, the sun in my universe, the staff of my life. —Jane Gardiner

Worship is the act of the abandoned heart adoring its God

when I chose you, I didn't want the commonplace - I didn't want a 'partner' - I wanted a shrine...

Why did just my eyes adore you - Have you ever wondered that? well, as Hegel said, "Too fair to worship, too divine to love."...