Motivational Quotes

To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven.

Love is the master key which opens the gates of happiness.

But love is blind and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit; For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy.

The important thing was to love rather than to be loved.

If there is any country on earth where the course of true love may be expected to run smooth, it is America.

It is here, my daughters, that love is to be found -- not hidden away in corners but in the midst of occasions of sin. And believe me, although we may more often fail and commit small lapses, our gain will be incomparably the greater.

The best way to know God is to love many things.

Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible.

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.

A love affair with knowledge will never end in heartbreak.

But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.

However it is debased or misinterpreted, love is a redemptive feature. To focus on one individual so that their desires become superior to yours is a very cleansing experience.

Love... Force it and it disappears. You cannot will love, nor even control it. You can only guide its expression. It comes or it goes according to those qualities in life that invite it or deny its presence.

That is the true season of love; when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved as much before, and that no one will ever love in the same way again.

An act of love that fails is just as much a part of the divine life as an act of love that succeeds, for love is measured by fullness, not by reception.

He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love. [I John]

A heart that loves is always young.

When you love someone all your saved-up wishes start coming out.

I adore him I have never been so happy. I have real love.

If you could only love enough, you could be the most powerful person in the world.

Love is like a poisonous mushroom -- you don't know if it is the real thing until it is too late

Love is a better teacher than duty.

Love wholeheartedly, be surprised, give thanks and praise then you will discover the fullness of your life.

Love is not blind -- it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.

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

Love is the affinity which links and draws together the elements of the world... Love, in fact, is the agent of universal synthesis.

Not all of us have to possess earthshaking talent. Just common sense and love will do.

If a woman doesn't chase a man a little, she doesn't love him.

Some relationships start with fights... But, usually only in romantic comedies. Life's not the movies.

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

Love is a force more formidable than any other. It is invisible -- it cannot be seen or measured, yet it is powerful enough to transform you in a moment, and offer you more joy than any material possession could.

Love and work are the cornerstones of our humanness.

To be in love is merely to be in a perpetual state of anesthesia.

We love in another's soul whatever of ourselves we can deposit in it; the greater the deposit, the greater the love.

The snow goose need not bathe to make itself white. Neither need you do anything but be yourself.

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

When you give each other everything, it becomes an even trade. Each wins all.

The advantage of love at first sight is that it delays a second sight.

You will always have to live with yourself, and it is to your best interest to see that you have good company -- a clean, pure, straight, honest, upright, generous, magnanimous companion.

For love... has two faces; one white, the other black; two bodies; one smooth, the other hairy. It has two hands, two feet, two tails, two, indeed, of every member and each one is the exact opposite of the other. Yet, so strictly are they joined together

When a man and a woman have an overwhelming passion for each other, it seems to me, in spite of such obstacles dividing them as parents or husband, that they belong to each other in the name of Nature, and are lovers by Divine right, in spite of human convention or the laws.

Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.

My love admits no qualifying dross.

Gravitation can not be held responsible for people falling in love

Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.

Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boist'rous, and it pricks like a thorn.

Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth.

We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.

After the verb To Love...To Help is the most beautiful verb in the world.

Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.

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