Best Devotion Quotes to Inspire, Uplift & Motivate You Every Day

“No, my dog used to gaze at me,”

“How I adore you, Marya. How well I chose. Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.”

“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.”

“When God enables you to succeed in your mission, do not forget Him, for He is the source of your vision. He is the One who grants provision. He is the One who deserves your devotion. So, honour Him with your actions!”

“Life is energy and, as such, it belongs to all, reaches all, and blesses all.”

“The heart can think of no devotion”

“Baby, you don't need to call the cops to get me in handcuffs. I'll let you do anything you want to me.”

“I saw wild, dangerous beauty. I saw devotion. I saw”

“I still remember that feeling of walking somewhere confidently, seeing him mid stride and putting my foot down just fine… but feeling like I stumbled.”

“I believe in love at first sight…”

“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.”

“I know he wasn’t perfect…”

“Though it’s reasons to burn may vary... you are always the fuel of my fire.”

“He looked at me like I was the stars when all I’d ever felt like was the dark nothingness between them.”

“I didn't just love him…I needed him. Not in some desperate "you complete me" sort of way. No, Vincent didn’t make me whole. He improved me. Something about him—something I didn't understand—had a way of amplifying the good in my nature while muting the bad. He was a catalyst for my soul. I didn't need him in order to exist...I needed him in order to be a better”

“Your smile and your laughter lit my whole world.”

“Your memory feels like home to me.”

“It was not sympathy in the ordinary sense which he [Adolf Hitler] felt for the disinherited. That would not have been sufficient. He not only suffered with them, he lived for them and devoted all his thoughts to the salvation of those people from distress and poverty... his noble and grandiose work, which was intended 'for everybody'...”

“True devotion and humility is when you carelessly allow yourself to fall in love with things you consider will make you look inferior, which in essence, makes you superior.”

“What moved me was the theme of the harmony which is born only of sacrifice, the twofold experience of love. It's not a question of mutual love: what nobody seems to understand is that love can only be one-sided, that no other love exists, that in any other form it is not love. If it involves less than total giving, it is not love. It is impotent; for the moment, it is nothing.”

“What you love, you fight for. What you truly love, you protect without needing to win.”

“If you want something, work for it. Prayer is super-fantstic, faith is 'mwah'! But work is necessary and important. So work for what you want.”

“MOM”

“For my own part, I tend to find the doctrinal books often more helpful in devotion than the devotional books, and I rather suspect that the same experience may await others. I believe that many who find that ‘nothing happens’ when they sit down, or kneel down, to a book of devotion, would find that the heart sings unbidden while they are working their way through a tough bit of theology with a pipe in their teeth and a pencil in their hand.”

“But is it godly to punish your subjects for questioning you? Is it motherly to demand resolute devotion?”

“Why hate the separation, when it is the very thing that gives me the chance to finally be with You?”

“To pause long enough at the border of the mind is to feel the faint pull of the Infinite, the whisper that all our searching, all our longing, rests in the Almighty. ... In those moments, turning upward is not just an act of devotion, but of surrender. It is the acknowledgment that we are not the ultimate authors of our story, that there is a hand beyond ours guiding, shaping, holding”

“Rather than remain a sealed jar, she sought only to pour herself out to others. Everything she did mirrored her faith. It was as though every waking hour of the day she was devoted to pleasing her God by serving others. This God that she worshiped consumed her. It didn't ask for a brief visit to a temple, or a small votive offering of food or coin, or a few prayers every now and then. This God wanted all of her.”

“The organist was almost at the end of the anthem’s long introduction, and as the crescendo increases the cathedral began to glitter before my eyes until I felt as if every stone in the building was vibrating in anticipation of the sweeping sword of sound from the Choir.”

“If the sum of living be love's fee,”