#devotion

We all colour devotion according to our own likings and dispositions. One man sets great value on fasting, and believes himself to be leading a very devout life, so long as he fasts rigorously, although the while his heart is full of bitterness;–and while he will not moisten his lips with wine, perhaps not even with water, in his great abstinence, he does not scruple to steep them in his neighbour’s blood, through slander and detraction. ↗

— St. François de Sales

#devotion #sin #slander #life

If we are going to learn to trust God in adversity, we must believe God will allow nothing to subvert His glory so He will allow nothing to spoil the good He is working out in us and for us. ↗

— Jerry Bridges

#inspirational #trusting-god #inspirational

But when physical appearance evades the scrutiny of our senses and enters the sanctuary of our hearts, then it can forget itself. I know, from my childhood's experience, how devotion is beauty itself, in its inner aspect. ↗

— Rabindranath Tagore

#devotion #beauty

The sun loved the moon so much he died every night so she could breathe. ↗

— Unknown

#devotion #love #moon #sacrifice #sun

Isabella." He pronounced my full name carefully, then playfully ruffled my hair with his free hand. A shock ran through my body at his casual touch. "Bella, I couldn't live with myself if I ever hurt you. You don't know how it's tortured me." He looked down, ashamed again. "The thought of you, still, white, cold . . . to never see you blush scarlet again, to never see that flash of intuition in your eyes when you see through my pretenses . . . it would be unendurable." he lifted his glorious, agonized eyes to mine. "You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#true-love #love

Maybe that’s what I have been looking for. When storms and rockslides threaten, I am looking for someone who will hold on to me and not let go. ↗

— Courtney Milan

#devotion #hold-on #love #never-let-go #rockslide

Knowing what you know now, I hope that your opinion of your mother hasn’t lessened.” Gavin glanced up, incredulity skewing his eyebrows. His expression appeared both stunned and appalled. “Never, Father! I love her! It makes no difference to me where she came from.” The man nodded, a show of relief in his features. His large hand, though soft in touch, went to brush a string of hair away from his wife’s peaceful profile. “Your mother loves you too, son, more than anything in the world. She worries about you, day and night.” That sentiment stirred something profoundly pleasant inside the boy. He grinned at the internal warmth it created. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#gavin #love #mother #richelle #richelle-goodrich

Jack hadn’t thought of love as a promise before—a promise that, even when the world was falling down around him, would stay kept. But without Sutton saying a word, he knew that there would be comfort when he couldn’t sleep tonight. And tomorrow and the day after, there would be a home to go to, even if it was no more than a pair of arms around him and a head tucked close to his in the darkness. ↗

— Tamara Allen

#love #lover #lovers #relationships #love

True Spirituality is not a matter of indoctrination. It cannot be inspired by compulsion. You are free to en-quire into its principles; you must be convinced of their truth, before you accept them ↗

— Dada J P Vaswani

#inspirational

There's nothing in the world like the devotion of a married woman. It's a thing no married man knows anything about. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#anything #devotion #knows #like #man