#devotion

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

To the yogi, all experience is seen as one, as a means to help him cultivate devotion. All experiences have equal meaning and value. (154) ↗

— Prem Prakash

#experience #yoga #experience

There are certain things we must not pray about - moods, for instance. Moods never go by praying, moods go by kicking. ↗

— Oswald Chambers

#inspirational-religious #inspirational

For God's sake, let's take the word 'possess' and put a brick round its neck and drown it ... We can't possess one another. We can only give and hazard all we have. ↗

— Dorothy L. Sayers

#jealousy #love #possessiveness #jealousy

I'm gonna fight for you, until your heart stops beating. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#love #promise #love

In this part of the story I am the one who dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#love #love

How far should a person go in the name of true love? ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#love #self-sacrifice #true-love #love

With my last breath, I’ll exhale my love for you. I hope it’s a cold day, so you can see what you meant to me.
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— Jarod Kintz

#cold #commitment #devotion #dying #exhale

This was how it was with travel: one city gives you gifts, another robs you. One gives you the heart’s affections, the other destroys your soul. Cities and countries are as alive and feeling, as fickle and uncertain as people. Their degrees of love and devotion are as varying as with any human relation. Just as one is good, another is bad. ↗

— Roman Payne

#cities-and-countries #devotion #fickle #fortune #heart