Motivational Quotes

Who travels for love finds a thousand miles not longer than one.

There's an evolutionary imperative why we give a crap about our family and friends. And there's an evolutionary imperative why we don't give a crap about anybody else. If we loved all people indiscriminately, we couldn't function.

Love is all you need.

If love is shelter, I'm going to walk in the rain.

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

It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.

Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.

Love is a friendship set to music.

It is a beautiful trait in the lovers character, that they think no evil of the object loved.

The enthusiasm of a woman's love is even beyond the biographer's.

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be.

It is well to be happy and wise and well to be honest and true; it is well to be off with the old love, before you are on with the new.

I am a big believer in the mirror test. All that matters is if you can look in the mirror and honestly tell the person you see there, that you've done your best.

True love makes the thought of death frequent, easy, without terrors; it merely becomes the standard of comparison, the price one would pay for many things.

If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools.

Naturally, love's the most distant possibility.

I believe the greatest gift I can conceive of having from anyone is to be seen by them, heard by them, to be understood and touched by them.

I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.

There are no guarantees. From the viewpoint of fear, none are strong enough. From the viewpoint of love, none are necessary.

There is an important difference between love and friendship. While the former delights in extremes and opposites, the latter demands equality.

Teach only love for that is what you are.

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.

Between lovers a little confession is a dangerous thing.

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.

Don't smother each other. No one can grow in the shade.

We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so forlornly unhappy as when we have lost our love object or its love.

I believe love is primarily a choice and only sometimes a feeling. If you want to feel love, choose to love and be patient.

Mistresses are like books; if you pore upon them too much, they doze you and make you unfit for company; but if used discreetly, you are the fitter for conversation by em.

Love is not altogether a delirium, yet it has many points in common therewith.

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.

Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; where little fear grows great, great love grows there.

Love is the only bow of life's dark cloud. It is the Morning and Evening Star. It shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb. It is the Mother of Art, inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher. It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home, kinder of every fire on every hearth, It was the first dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody. Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to joy, and makes right royal kings of common clay.

Love, love, love -- all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures, a welter of self-induced miseries and joys, blinding and masking the essential personalities in the frozen gestures of courtship, in the kissing and the dating and the desire, the compliments and the quarrels which vivify its barrenness.

Love is everything it's cracked up to beàIt really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.

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.

What will not woman, gentle woman dare; when strong affection stirs her spirit up?

It has ever been since time began, and ever will be, till time lose breath, that love is a mood --no more --to man, and love to a woman is life or death.

Love is the beauty of the soul.

My love admits no qualifying dross.

Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. [Roman 13:9]

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

Love, I find, is like singing. Everybody can do enough to satisfy themselves, though it may not impress the neighbors as being very much.

The way of peace is the way of love. Love is the greatest power on earth. It conquers all things.

Love is the cheapest of religions.

Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.

People are such great mysteries. Just when we think we have understood them, a wonderful new aspect shows in them.

Fall not in love, therefore; it will stick to your face.

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

Everyone of us needs to show how much we care for each other and, in the process, care for ourselves.

The hottest love has the coldest end.

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