Motivational Quotes

Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. [The Song Of Solomon 2:5]

It is unfortunately very true that, without leisure and money, love can be no more than an orgy of the common man. Instead of being a sudden impulse full of ardor and reverie, it becomes a distastefully utilitarian affair.

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

In every loving woman there is a priestess of the past -- a pious guardian of some affection, of which the object has disappeared.

I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes -- and the stars through his soul.

Well-ordered self-love is right and natural.

Think about a woman. Doesn't know you're thinking about her. Doesn't care you're thinking about her. Makes you think about her even more.

In real love you want the other person's good. In romantic love, you want the other person.

Alas, their love may be call'd appetite. No motion of the liver, but the palate.

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.

Love is an expression and assertion of self-esteem, a response to one's own values in the person of another. One gains a profoundly personal, selfish joy from the mere existence of the person one loves. It is one's own personal, selfish happiness that one seeks, earns, and derives from love.

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.

The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.

Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.

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

We know that we have passed from death into life, because we love... [1 John 3:14]

There is no remedy for love than to love more.

Love cures people -- both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.

We cannot avoid using power, cannot escape the compulsion to afflict the world, so let us, cautious in diction and mighty in contradiction, love powerfully.

He who falls in love with himself will have no rivals.

Learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all.

It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created for years or even generations.

Real love is a pilgrimage. It happens when there is no strategy, but it is very rare because most people are strategists.

Love and you shall be loved. All love is mathematically just, as much as the two sides of an algebraic equation.

He who is in love is wise and is becoming wiser, sees newly every time he looks at the object beloved, drawing from it with his eyes and his mind those virtues which it possesses.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.

You can't blame gravity for falling in love.

I love you, not for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.

There's a lot to be said for self-delusionment when it comes to matters of the heart.

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

Know that you are your greatest enemy, but also your greatest friend.

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.

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

Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.

Love is seeing without eyes, hearing without ears; hatred is nothing.

To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give. That takes courage, because we don't want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.

Nowadays men cannot love seven night but they must have all their desires: that love may not endure by reason; for where they be soon accorded and hasty, heat soon it cooleth. Right so fareth love nowadays, soon hot soon cold: this is no stability. But the old love was not so.

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.

Only the words of love kept alive are worthy of not being wasted

Love comes from blindness, friendship from knowledge.

Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket, or a holding pattern over Philadelphia.

Teach only love for that is what you are.

The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, is often left unloved.

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where.

Love is like pi -- natural, irrational, and very important.

Even as one heat another heat expels, or as one nail by strength drives out another, so the remembrance of my former love is by a newer object quite forgotten.

Romantic love, in pornography as in life, is the mythic celebration of female negation. For a woman, love is defined as her willingness to submit to her own annihilation. The proof of love is that she is willing to be destroyed by the one whom she loves, for his sake. For the woman, love is always self-sacrifice, the sacrifice of identity, will, and bodily integrity, in order to fulfill and redeem the masculinity of her lover.

The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.

The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart.

The root of the matter the thing I mean is love, Christian love, or compassion. If you feel this, you have a motive for existence, a guide for action, a reason for courage, an imperative necessity for intellectual honesty.

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