Motivational Quotes

Doubt that the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

The more one loves a mistress, the more one is ready to hate her.

Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.

The hind that would be mated by the lion must die for love.

Love is the river of life in the world.

Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth.

Love is begun by time; and that I see in passages of proof, time qualifies the spark and fire of it. There lives within the very flame of love a kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.

What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.

The spiritualization of sensuality is called love: it is a great triumph over Christianity.

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

Love is a spendthrift, leaves it arithmetic at home, is always in the red.

We live in the world when we love it.

Love consists not in feeling great things but in having great detachment and in suffering for the Beloved.

Love alone can unite living beings so as to complete and fulfill them... for it alone joins them by what is deepest in themselves. All we need is to imagine our ability to love developing until it embraces the totality of men and the earth.

If somebody says, I love you, to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol-holder requires? I love you, too.

Saddest Poem

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms. I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

Dive deep, O mind, dive deep in the ocean of God's beauty! If you descend to the uttermost depths, there you will find the gem of love.

When first we met we did not guess that Love would prove so hard a master.

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

The desire for possession is insatiable, to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love, therefore, is to sterilize the person one loves.

Teach only love for that is what you are.

Many a man has fallen in love with a girl in light so dim he would not have chosen a suit by it.

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes... Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

Some cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

We don't believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack.

My wife heard me say I love you a thousand times, but she never once heard me say sorry

It is by loving and by being loved that one can come nearest to the soul of another.

To an ordinary human being, love means nothing if it does not mean loving some people more than others.

Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful; it is not arrogant or rude. [I Corinthians]

If love is the answer, could you please rephrase the question?

You can give without loving, but you cannot love without giving.

Life and love are life and love, a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on, pointless.

Subdue your passion or it will subdue you.

You can't love anyone until you understand that you can't love everyone.

Love matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life of vinegar.

No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first.

Love is a conflict between reflexes and reflections.

Love talked about is easily turned aside, but love demonstrated is irresistible.

The truth is that there is only one terminal dignity -- love. And the story of a love is not important -- what is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.

Love is like a fruit. It may look good, but you shouldn't bite in it until it's ripe.

Those whom true love has held, it will go on holding.

I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.

It was the men I deceived the most that I loved the most.

For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

I remember when I used to sit on hospital beds and hold people?s hands, people used to be shocked because they?d never seen this before. To me it was quite normal.

If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.

Love is not love until love's vulnerable.

No love is entirely without worth, even when the frivolous calls to the frivolous and the base to the base.

To love a thing means wanting it to live.

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