Motivational Quotes

Such is the inconsistency of real love, that it is always awake to suspicion, however unreasonable; always requiring new assurances from the object of its interest.

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

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.

If we seek the pleasures of love, passion should be occasional, and common sense continual.

Life's greatest happiness is to be convinced we are loved.

The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic that to love others.

Love is what happens to a man and woman who don't know each other.

The value of love will always be stronger than the value of hate.. Any nation or group of nations which employs hatred eventually is torn to pieces by hatred...

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

O, how this spring of love resembleth the uncertain glory of an April day!

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.

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

Those that embrace the entire universe with love, for the most part love nothing, but their narrow selves.

This is my commandment, that ye love one another. [Jesus, In John 15:12]

If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground.

Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.

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.

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

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.

The more you like yourself, the less you are like anyone else, which makes you unique.

If I love you Wednesday, What is that to you? I do not love you Thursday -- so much is true.

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

Accept yourself as you are. Otherwise you will never see opportunity. You will not feel free to move toward it; you will feel you are not deserving.

Everything comes to us from others. To Be is to belong to someone.

What the world really needs is more love and less paper work.

A proof that experience is of no use, is that the end of one love does not prevent us from beginning another.

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

What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives, acts, and experiences otherwise than we doà?

Love is the strange bewilderment that overtakes one person on account of another person.

When desire, having rejected reason and overpowered judgment which leads to right, is set in the direction of the pleasure which beauty can inspire, and when again under the influence of its kindred desires it is moved with violent motion towards the beauty of corporeal forms, it acquires a surname from this very violent motion, and is called love.

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

Real love is a permanently self-enlarging experience.

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

If that the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.

You are my lover and I am your mistress and kingdoms and empires and governments have tottered and succumbed before now to that mighty combination.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves from all let this be heard some does it with a bitter look some with a flattering word the coward does it with a kiss the brave man with the sword.

I cannot think well of a man who sports with any woman's feelings; and there may often be a great deal more suffered than a stander-by can judge of.

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

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.

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's greatest gift is its ability to make everything it touches sacred.

I define love for our purpose as the passion of one being for another in the hope of being loved in return.

Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.

Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?

I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.

Love is the direct opposite of hate. By definition it's something you can't feel for more than a few minutes at a time, so what's all this bullshit about loving somebody for the rest of your life?

Subdue your passion or it will subdue you.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch is, and it darts away.

To love someone is to isolate him from the world, wipe out every trace of him, dispossess him of his shadow, drag him into a murderous future. It is to circle around the other like a dead star and absorb him into a black light.

If you love something let it go free. If it doesn't come back, you never had it. If it comes back, love it forever.

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