#devotion

Trying to go through life on our own, is like fumbling around in the dark... God sent Jesus to light the way. ↗

— Heather Hart

#teen-devotionals-for-girls-vol- #inspirational

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

He looked so lost, so soulful, so lonely. I wanted him to kiss me now. I wanted to let him know I was his for all eternity. ↗

— Ellen Schreiber

#love #true-love #love

I have a lifelong devotion to public service. ↗

— Caroline Kennedy

#i #lifelong #public #public service #service

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

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