Motivational Quotes

The love of those we don't love in return settles on the surface and from there quickly evaporates.

Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway, and those are punished most, who most obey.

You can't buy love, but you can pay heavily for it.

You can't put a price tag on love, but you can on all its accessories.

The only victory over love is flight.

Love lacked a dwelling, and made him her place; And when in his fair parts she did abide, She was lodged and newly deified.

The Impossible Generalized Man today is the critic who believes in loving those unworthy of love as well as those worthy --yet believes this only insofar as no personal risk is entailed. Meaning he loves no one, worthy or no. This is what makes him impossible.

Love was as subtly caught, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, which to defend is harder than to get: And ought not be profaned on either part, for though 'Tis got by chance,'Tis kept by art.

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

A man in love mistakes a pimple for a dimple.

Love without attachment is light.

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.

Doubt that the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I 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.

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

We were two and had but one heart between us.

For aught that I could ever read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.

Love talked about is easily turned aside, but love demonstrated is irresistible.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

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.

One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be, entirely wretched.

A man in love is like a clipped coupon -- it's time to cash in.

Do you want to know a good way to fall in love? Just associate with all your pleasant experiences with someone, and disassociate from all the unpleasant ones.

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.

In a great romance, each person plays a part the other really likes.

The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transform.

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

We are not commanded (or forbidden) to love our mates, our children, our friends, our country because such affections come naturally to us and are good in themselves, although we may corrupt them. We are commanded to love our neighbor because our natural attitude toward the other is one of either indifference or hostility.

If love be blind, it best agrees with night.

When first we met we did not guess that Love would prove so hard a master.

Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone -- but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.

There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.

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

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

People who are sensible about love are incapable of it.

One does not fall in love; one grows into love, and love grows in him.

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.

You can't show love to someone at the expense of someone else who loves you.

One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.

Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.

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

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

Love is the cheapest of religions.

If you say, I love you, then you have already fallen in love with language, which is already a form of break up and infidelity.

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.

Against love's fire fear's frost hath dissolution.

Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent.

Where love is concerned, too much is not even enough.

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

Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength.... It is therefore able to undertake all things, and it completes many things, and warrants them to take effect, where he who does not love would faint and lie down.

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