Motivational Quotes

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.

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

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

Practice being at home with yourself, as you step out to be with others.

To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven.

A heart that loves is always young.

Love is stronger than justice.

Love is blind, and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit.

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Romania.

LOVE, the feeling, is the fruit of LOVE, the verb.

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.

A false enchantment can all too easily last a lifetime.

All love is sweet, Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever. They who inspire is most are fortunate, As I am now: but those who feel it most Are happier still.

For where there is true love, a man is neither out of measure lifted up by prosperity, nor cast down by mishap; whether you give or take away from him, so long as he keeps his beloved, he has a spring of inward peace. Thus, even though thy outward man grieve, or weep downright, that may well be borne, if only thy inner man remain at peace, perfectly content with the will of God.

At the center of non-violence stands the principle of love.

Never marry but for love; but see that thou lovest what is lovely.

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

Let the first impulse pass, wait for the second.

A man can go from being a lover to being a stranger in three moves flat but a woman under the guise of friendship will engage in acts of duplicity which come to light very much later. There are different species of self-justification.

Passion makes the world go round. Love just makes it a safer place.

We really have to understand the person we want to love. If our love is only a will to possess, it is not love. If we only think of ourselves, if we know only our own needs and ignore the needs of the other person, we cannot love.

In love, as in gluttony, pleasure is a matter of the utmost precision.

My first thoughts are that I should not let people down, that I should support them and love them.

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

When a person is uncertain in love, there is nothing easier than for him to put one and one together and to make three out of them.

Self-love depressed becomes self-loathing.

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

It's afterwards you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a man didn't necessarily prove that you loved him.

Madame, it is an old word and each one takes it new and wears it out himself. It is a word that fills with meaning as a bladder with air and the meaning goes out of it as quickly. It may be punctured as a bladder is punctured and patched and blown up again and if you have not had it does not exist for you. All people talk of it, but those who have had it are marked by it, and I would not wish to speak of it further since of all things it is the most ridiculous to talk of and only fools go through it many times.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

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 the art in yourself and not yourself in the art.

What's so remarkable about Love at first sight? It's when people have been looking at each other for years that it becomes remarkable.

Do not wish to be anything except what you are.

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

It is the privilege of those who fear love to murder those who do not fear it!

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

Love is the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.

You make me understand how wonderful it is for little lizards when they find that one special rock that's perfect for sunning themselves on. You make me lizard-happy.

Love may be blind, but it can sure find its way around in the dark!

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

It is easier to guard a sack full of fleas than a girl in love.

Be that self which one truly is.

What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels.

A woman who could always love would never grow old; and the love of mother and wife would often give or preserve many charms if it were not too often combined with parental and conjugal anger. There remains in the face of women who are naturally serene and peaceful, and of those rendered so by religion, an after-spring, and later an after-summer, the reflex of their most beautiful bloom.

In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.

But the strong base and building of my love is as the very centre of the earth, drawing all things to it.

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

Love the whole world as a mother lovers her only child.

A low self-love in the parent desires that his child should repeat his character and fortune.

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