Oh, well, I know that Libby." He rolls his eyes. "I've never met anyone more committed to, well, life that you are."" Really?" I swallow rather hard. "Even though I keep on screwing my life up?"" Sweetheart, precisely because you keep screwing your life up! I mean look at you. You had the crappiest career eve in the world before you turned everything around and became this shit-hot jewelry designer. You set your head on fire with a cigarette and ended up being utterly adored by the guy who had to put you out... And I do adore you, by the way," he adds, in a nonchalant sort of way, "in case you ever had wondered. Oh, and then there's your love of life. Loads of girls would have just sunk...

— Lucy Holliday

Only God may be adored, because only God is unlimited goodness, truth, and beauty, and thus only God deserves unlimited love.

— Peter Kreeft

On to some juicy French philosophical sex-killing murder-suicide cannibal thing. You?”“Still the controversial Hungarian breast-cancer radioactive seed implant treatment thing. I adore y

— David Cronenberg

People who do not love themselves can adore others, because adoration is making someone else big and ourselves small. They can desire others, because desire comes out of sense of inner incompleteness, which demands to be filled. But they can not love others, because love is an affirmation of the living growing being in all of us. If you don’t have it, you can't give it.

— Andrew Matthews

Purple, Wonder, majesty, and enchantment doesn'teven begin to cover the feelings that I had the first time that I met you that only grew. The feeling was nameless, but as time went on it developed a name. Leonine, I adore you…~Riley

— Ottilie Weber

Regard those who respect you. Esteem those who honor you. Cherish those who love you. Reward those who adore you.

— Matshona Dhliwayo

She gave the beauty—blush of fire, That bids the flames of war retire! Woman! Be fair, we must adore thee; Smile, and a world is weak before thee!

— Anacreon - 485 BC

The day arrived, when myriad teary rivers flow and the muted wind faintly died in his tears—an altar for the beloved one's departure, for sister-hood is no more, for her to adore!while pangs the beating world in a lamenting voice;their remembering loss of the 'one' they embrace most and when the crepuscular came like a phantom, the mournful, gathered birds swiftly flew in gloom.

— Nithin Purple

...this refinement and delicacy were what Cale adored; but Cale had been beaten into shape, hammered in dreadful fires of fear and pain. How could she be with him for long? A secret part of Barbell had been searching for some time for a way to leave her lover—although she was unaware of this, it is only fair to record. And so as Cale waited for her to save him while he worked out a way of saving her, she had already chosen the bitter but reasonable path of the good, of the many over the one...

— Paul Hoffman

To adore one has to yearn.

— Will Advise