#devotion

As I pedaled my bike slowly home, I realized one more thing. I didn’t have to wonder if I’d ever be passionate or happy again. I was happy, even as I tasted tears on my lips, along with Will’s last kiss; even though part of me dreaded this day, my first without Will. I was happy because I knew I’d never forget Will. Even if parts of this summer faded from my memory over time, even if Will’s face grew vague in my mind, I’s never forget what it had felt like to be with him for a few short months. What it had been like to be sixteen and in love for the first time. I wouldn’t forget that – not ever. ↗

— Michelle Dalton

#love

I know that she deserves the best and purest love the heart of man can offer," said Mrs. Maylie; "I know that the devotion and affection of her nature require no ordinary return, but one that shall be deep and lasting. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#love #women #love

We ought not to be weary of doing little things for the love of God, who regards not the greatness of the work, but the love with which it is performed. ↗

— Brother Lawrence

#devotion #love #love

In the whole history of the world there is but one thing that money cannot buy...to wit--the wag of a dog's tail. ↗

— Josh Billings

#dog #happiness #love #love

I love you and it's getting worse. ↗

— Joseph E. Morris

#humor #love #humor

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

I love you Hyung-nim. Always...if you ever feel the need to rip me to shreds and eat me, do it. My blood, my flesh, everything is yours. I won't leave you. I love you Hyung-nim. ↗

— Hajin Yoo

#love #love

Philip wasn't the sort of man to make a friend of a woman. He wanted devotion. I gave him that. I did, you know. But I couldn't stand being made a fool of. I couldn;t stand being put on probation, like an office-boy, to see if I was good enough to be condescended to. I quite thought he was honest when he said he didn't believe in marriage -- and then it turned out that it was a test, to see whether my devotion was abject enough. Well, it wasn't. I didn't like having matrimony offered as a bad-conduct prize. ↗

— Dorothy L. Sayers

#hypocrisy #matrimony #marriage

When I reach out, you take my hand.  When I smile, you mirror the expression. When I triumph, you glory as if it were your own. When I fail, you point to the light at the end. When I need, you tenderly provide. When I cry, you kiss away my tears. When I suffer,  you bleed. And you wonder why I love you? ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#devotion #giving #love #love-story #lovers