Motivational Quotes

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.

Love never reasons, but profusely gives; it gives like a thoughtless prodigal its all, and then trembles least it has done to little.

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

Love is said to be blind, but I know some fellows in love who can see twice as much in their sweethearts as I do.

A bizarre sensation pervades a relationship of pretense. No truth seems true. A simple morning's greeting and response appear loaded with innuendo and fraught with implications. Each nicety becomes more sterile and each withdrawal more permanent.

Man's love is of man's life a part; it is a woman's whole existence. In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.

Immature love says: I love you because I need you. Mature love says: I need you because I love you.

To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.

Every day I live I am more convinced that the waste of life lies in the love we have not given, the powers we have not used, the selfish prudence that will risk nothing and which, shirking pain, misses happiness as well.

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

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

If you cannot inspire a woman with love of you, fill her above the brim with love of herself; all that runs over will be yours.

To fail to love is not to exist at all.

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

To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.

My God, these folks don't know how to love -- that's why they love so easily.

Be that self which one truly is.

Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful; it is not arrogant or rude. [I Corinthians]

Now my love is thaw'd; which, like a waxen image'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was.

Love is the cheapest of religions.

'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.

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.

Only from the heart Can you touch the sky.

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

Perdition catch my soul, but I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

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.

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.

When you give each other everything, it becomes an even trade. Each wins all.

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

When you recover or discover something that nourishes your soul and bring joy, care enough about yourself to make room for it in your life.

Perhaps the old monks were right when they tried to root love out; perhaps the poets are right when they try to water it. It is a blood-red flower, with the color of sin; but there is always the scent of a god about it.

Never try to define love. Once defined love is confined. Once confined -- It dies.

People love others not for who they are, but for how they make them feel.

Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.

Love is stronger than justice.

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

Love can never grow old. Locks may lose their brown and gold. Cheeks may fade and hollow grow. But the hearts that love will know, never winter's frost and chill, summer's warmth is in them still.

Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth.

I love Mickey Mouse more than any woman I have ever known.

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.

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.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.

Learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all.

When you feel good about yourself, others will feel good about you, too.

Love is the beauty of the soul.

Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.

Human Love... It is that extra creation that stands hurt and baffled at the place of death. Being human, wanting children and sunlight and breath to go on, forever.

Lord, grant that I might not so much seek to be loved as to love.

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

A healthy self-love means we have no compulsion to justify to ourselves or others why we take vacations, why we sleep late, why we buy new shoes, why we spoil ourselves from time to time. We feel comfortable doing things which add quality and beauty to life.

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