Quotes About Adoration

The way you started loving her is the way she should always be loved.

When hugging her, lift her off her feet and spin around ...she'll love it.

The truth is, if I could be with anyone, it'd still be you.

I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know!

All I want is you.

Exalt the LORD our God and worship at his footstool; he is holy…Exalt the LORD our God and worship at his holy mountain, for the LORD our God is holy. (Psalm 99:5, 9)

Art is love-times-love; the creator loves it and his audience adores it. To miss the sensation of loving art is to miss a kind of parenthood—false pregnancy perhaps—but as Van Gogh said, "If, defrauded of the power to create physically, a man tries to create thoughts in place of children, he is still part of humanity"...a big part.

St. Faustina often experienced this reality, not only during the liturgy, but also during times of adoration. In her prayer, "At the Feet of Christ in the Eucharist," she writes: Oh King of Glory, though You hide Your beauty, yet the eye of my soul rends the veil. I see the angelic choirs giving You honor without cease and all the heavenly powers praising You without cease, and without cease they are saying, "Holy, Holy, Holy!" Diary, 80

I've always been mad about cats.

If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.

Funny, cute and kissableI've found a girl that makes me lose controlEvery night's like the first nightNever gettin' old

I said, you're the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul.

But what if I create a universe that is free, free even of me? What if I veil My Divinity so that the creatures are free to pursue their individual lives without being overwhelmed by My overpowering Presence? Will the creatures love Me? Can I be loved by creatures whom I have not programmed to adore me forever? Can love arise out of freedom? My angels love me unceasingly, but they can see Me at all times. What if I create beings in My own image as a Creator, beings who are free? But

What would worship look like if we directed it more toward God than toward our own amusement?

Ah, my dear, you are a good wife. You are my beauty. You are my only love.

He did not care, he was besotted with his pregnant queen, he dropped like a boy to kneel beside her, to put his hands on her great round belly and look up into her face.

I can speak of our baby like this to no one else. Who but his father would linger over the exact width of his gummy little smile or the blueness of his eyes, or the sweetness of his little lick of tawny hair on his forehead?

How's my wittle Shiloh-biloh-wiloh?

if a man can be properly said to love something, it must be clear that he feels affection for it as a whole, and does not love part of it to the exclusion of the rest.

True love is admiration

For the one (what is dear to the gods) is of the sort to be loved because it is loved; the other (the holy), because it is of the sort to be loved, therefore is loved.

Our devotion must culminate in a conscious yielding of every part of our personality, every ambition, every relationship, and every hope to Him. This done, we have reached the apex of personal devotion

my boyfriend is a rock god baby (and not kiss-of-death(sorry))

I love these kids. I love them so much it steals my breath and squeezes me flat, and at the same time, it makes me feel weightless and exalted.