#devotion

I have a lifelong devotion to public service. ↗

— Caroline Kennedy

#i #lifelong #public #public service #service

From you we have learned what we, at least, value, to separate Church and State; and from you we gather inspiration at all times in our devotion to learning, to religious liberty, and to individual and National freedom. ↗

— Seth Low

#devotion #freedom #gather #individual #inspiration

To the world you may be one person but to one person you may be the world. ↗

— Bill Wilson

#inspirational #love #inspirational

Should God create another Eve, and I Another Rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no no, I feel The Link of Nature draw me: Flesh of Flesh, Bone of my Bone thou art, and from thy State Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe. ↗

— John Milton

#love #art

...you called me poet-priest - I am. ...devoted to my art, faithful to you...or, is the other way around?... ↗

— John Geddes

#faithful #poet #priest #art

We were both satellites orbiting Denny’s sun, struggling for gravitational supremacy. Of course, she had the advantage of her tongue and her thumbs, and when I watched her kiss and fondle him sometimes she would glance at me and wink as if to gloat: Look at my thumbs! See what they can do! ↗

— Garth Stein

#dogs #thumbs #art

Tell your friend that in his death, a part of you dies and goes with him. Wherever he goes, you also go. He will not be alone. ↗

— Jiddu Krishnamurti

#companionship #death #devotion #death

If the artist does not fling himself, without reflecting, into his work, as Curtis flung himself into the yawning gulf, as the soldier flings himself into the enemy's trenches, and if, once in this crater, he does not work like a miner on whom the walls of his gallery have fallen in; if he contemplates difficulties instead of overcoming them one by one ... he is simply looking on at the suicide of his own talent. ↗

— Honoré de Balzac

#creative-process #determination #devotion #empowerment #energy

There was hardly a touch of earth in her love for Clare. To her sublime trustfulness he was all that goodness could be—knew all that a guide, philosopher, and friend should know. She thought every line in the contour of his person the perfection of masculine beauty, his soul the soul of a saint, his intellect that of a seer. The wisdom of her love for him, as love, sustained her dignity; she seemed to be wearing a crown. The compassion of his love for her, as she saw it, made her lift up her heart to him in devotion. He would sometimes catch her large, worshipful eyes, that had no bottom to them looking at him from their depths, as if she saw something immortal before her. ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#dignity #love #beauty

And now brothers, I will ask you a terrible question, and God knows I ask it also of myself. Is the truth beyond all truths, beyond the stars, just this: that to live without him is the real death, that to die with him the only life? ↗

— Frederick Buechner

#christmas #cross #devotional #easter #jesus